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RIFF-it good.
A hunter born, pursue the weak
No remorse to gauge
He faced the dawn with stains of blood
From the lifes he's claimed
(Pre-)
Closing, panting frantically
Don't make the slightest sound
Take you calm as she's drawing near
Astounded sheaths the ground
Turn and forsake
Save every soul spearfinger takes
High in dismay
Save every soul spearfinger takes
Shroud of fog, flesh and stone
Master of disguise
Piercing flesh, velocity
Her fist is your demise
(Pre-)
Closing, panting frantically
Don't make the slightest sound
Take you calm as she's drawing near
Astounded sheaths the ground
Turn and forsake
Save every soul spearfinger takes
High in dismay
Save every soul spearfinger takes
Turn and forsake
Save every soul spearfinger takes
High in dismay
Save every soul spearfinger takes