Prowers of a hunter that claims the silhouette of a child Eating into the trees as one with the forest breeze The hairless back of a beast or two Demented limbs and fingers ingrown, allied, entwisted At bones with the wolves Raised as their own on truths that of false Harboured by a translucent brotherhood And immersed in a carnality to hunt and devour I shall pin back your eyelids I shall peel the light from your days Spread it over your skin and slowly remove the grey Face the winds and discover the scent of men Shed your lust to hunt, shed your lust to devour SHED YOUR APOCRYPHAL SKIN You mock us as weak You tremble in our penance You see us as grotesque Yet you plea for our penance
Sheltered under your wing, immune from interaction And exposed to nothing, merely specimens of curiosity Words of rehabilitation and relief reamian as words Empty oath worth all but dust Mans conviction to greed overbearing the remnants of truth Empty oath worth all but dust Face the winds and discover the putridity of man Shed your lust to hunt, shed your lust to empower SHED YOUR APOCRYPHAL SKIN You try to feed us gruel, you cage us apart insulted and demoralised You have exhausted our hearts Branded feral humans but we are not part of your animosity governed race And we will not abide within your restrains We run as hunters Your empty oath worth nothing but dust