Before the darkness,within the fire
there is a choir who sing of their desire.
They sing their sweet song tinged with pain
of the ruby red blood of those who have been
slain.
They sing of the hunt thats soon to take place
the running,the screaming,the thrill of the
chase.
With sharpened knifes it's time for the kill,
tonight is the night for more blood to spill. |