Impending fate
Drawing near
The self-proclaimed
Will tremble in fear

I’ll show you how
To kill a hunter
Make him rest
Torn asunder
I’ll show no mercy
As you shake
For you’re the rat
And I’m the snake

A violent storm
To end it all
A blissful fate
Your downfall
A violent storm
Coming at last
Down with the ship
Tied to the mast

I will make
This come through
Reaching out
To the end of you

There won’t be no haven
To save you from this
There won’t be a saint
That will grant you the bliss
Even the blind
Will be able to see
How your end
Will come to be

There won’t be a saint
That will grant you the bliss

A violent storm
To end it all
A blissful fate
Your downfall
Make him rest
Torn asunder
That is how
You kill a hunter