They follow up your scent
It's their favourite hunt
Quarry is near
For starveling pack
They follow up your scent
Searching all around heart
Full at fear
And no way back

They're near, so near
You hear bloodthirsty howling

It must be hells bent
To have control of bounds
What's truth, what's lie
Who will be next

Oh fear, great fear
Machine of power's rolling

Masters prefer the manhunt

They follow up your scent

They're near, so near

It must be hells bent

Oh fear, great fear

Masters prefer the manhunt