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Scent is high on the wind tonight, I can taste you from Here Circle Downwind and out of sight, you won't notice I'm Near Twitch of fear as you move at the treeline, I take the Weak and the small Bare your eye teeth or beg me for more time, you won't Slow me at all No, the joy or the hate hardly matters there is Nothing but hunger in this Rest a heartbeat and I'll get my teeth in blood Radar sense like a light in the hollow, taste that fear In the dark Every breath leaves a trace that I follow, I will catch Every mark Move and surely my sharp eye will see you, stop and I'll take you down Joy of tooth in the bone and the gristle, blood alive In my mouth Some will say there is safety in numbers, tell that Myth to the edge of the herd Leave the wek and I might even spare your blood SongtexteWizened crone that is bent by the river, She wears a Necklace of skulls Better hope that if by chance you see her, She isn't Washing your clothes Not that seeing Her face really matters, No there's Nothing at all we can do Life begins as it all surely ends in blood Aus Songtexte Mania