Testo The Hunter - B. Dolan feat. Alias
Testo della canzone The Hunter (B. Dolan feat. Alias), tratta dall'album Fallen House Sunken City
Sitting up in bed when the sun sets
The room is such a mess, keep it darker than a crypt
Rumble in my stomach, reek of garlic and incense
Stumble from the bed, I dreamed of monsters again
Sharpen my instrument as part of my diligence
Polishing springs and pins hardens the killer instinct
Darkness slips in, I stalk them in the mist
And walk the empty city looking for my nemesis
I'm a vampire hunter, bounty killer
I know my way around and I'm bound to deliver
I've lived among the parasites for more than half my life
Studied their evil habits, patterns and appetites
I'm the hunter
Land in the city with a caravan of gypsies
Who hand me crucifixes and whisper their superstition
Keep it moving, I'm tuned with the moon's position
Set up with a smooth precision, every night's a new mission
I lift the lids of these stale boxes of dirt
'Cause I put stake in heart and faith in hard work
Now watch the snake eyes awake in surprise
The state die, cut out the heart and burn it at the graveside
Say goodbye, saving lives and the pay is fine besides
The truth is I get a thrill when it comes to the killing time
I am a vampire hunter, a bounty killer
I know my way around and I'm bound to deliver
I've lived among the parasites for more than half my life
Studied their evil patterns, habits and appetites
I'm a hunter
They're not human
They're not the people you remember
They're the undead, the beast
The cannibal, the predator
They are diseased, they feed off death
But there's a sacred mutilation that will lay them to rest
You need a vampire hunter, a bounty killer
Who knows his way around and is bound to deliver
Who's lived among the parasites for more than half his life
Studied their evil patterns, habits and appetites
I wear my sunglasses at night
I don't know why, I'm just sensitive to the light
When I was young I had such a strong sense of wrong or right
Them days are gone, life is long, not forever, right?
These silver bullets pack a hell of a bite
But I ain't never been the sucker type
Still I get bloody like
The incident that happened down in Exeter town
Where the daughter of George Brown wouldn't rest in the ground
We had a posse of men, even the Providence press
Dug up the body and cut out the black heart from her chest
Less than a month later her older brother was dead
And I was wanted by the court to explain what I did
So I ran away and hid in the next city
Something of the strange events must have stayed with me
Made me face the mirror for a moment to question
Imagine my surprise when I saw no reflection
I too have been touched by the devilish one
One, one, one, one
One, one, one, one
One, one
I too have been touched by the devilish one
I too have been touched by the devilish one
I too have been touched by the devilish one
Devilish one, devilish one
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Writer(s): Brendon Whitney, Bernard Dolan
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