As they are watching, darkness grows
The sky turns as a brilliant sun sets
All living beings pace nervously
Waiting for the inevitable
There are gatherings
When the tribes meet
As the moon rises
The hunters and the prey
And they all come out at night
They are the answer for one thing
The question what or who to kill
What they hunger for is meat
Even if that truth is difficult
The night is full of victims
Each tribe is alive with energy
With killing upon their mind
Leaving the corpse flesh flensed
Leaving that quarter of the world
Emptied
But they do not see themselves
As harvesting misery
They believe themselves
And there tribes
As being proud hunters
A necessary gear in the machine
They are bringers of destiny
And the maker of fate
