Born Of Sin - Predatorial Instinct

Inhaling the cold air like a newborns first breath
I am immortal as I hunt in the dark
Predatorial instincts obsessing my mind
I am but one of those who seen the light
A beast in the moonlight
Yearning for its feast
As the prey moving closer
Mood sets from stealth to attack
No choir of angels
Or prayers at night
No Heavenly Father
There will be no free will
No time for forgiveness
As I go in for the kill
Stalk, I’ve learned your patterns
Choke, by strangulation
Fear, it feeds my lust
Calm, as I steal your breath
Inhaling the cold air like a newborns first breath
I am immortal as I hunt in the dark
Predatorial instincts obsessing my mind
I am but one of those who seen the light
A beast in the moonlight
Yearning for its feast
As the prey moving closer
Mood sets from stealth to attack
No choir of angels
Or prayers at night
No Heavenly Father
There will be no free will
No time for forgiveness
As I go in for the kill

Written by:
Fredrik Lemon

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