Bounty
Hunter
Raging the night alone
The streets my throne,
I sense you, as you burn my sense higher
I feel you, you sear my flesh with desire
I stalk the night
I deny the day
Let me get close
Let me say
"Die you trash,
Allow this metal,
This ever cold metal,
Burn your side
Your forehead
You eyes."
I see panic in your heartless eyes
Your crimes visible still
You makes lies
I won't hear them
I live by my own honor
My own code
So I stand hear alone
Blood pooling at my feet
My feat
My victory over your life
Has become my defeat.
~Satanic Angel
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