Lyric

The Father, they called, was the exile

Not to pray but just hunted beasts awhile

The shadow sneaks into the mind

Nobody can resist that sweat disease

It’s just a funeral for what they rest in peace

But it’s already gone, bathed with the blood is my pleasure

The blood has made him berserker

His hollow eyes have been on his comrades

The dark side is beckoning me

It was just beginning to be colored by insanity

Getting axe and buckshots for my pleasure

How many people could I bury today?

Blood and entrails all over the shop

I can’t hold my line anymore

What’s the smell? The sweet blood, oh, sings to me!

Show your true face to me, hunter

Oh, it may make me sick

What’s the smell? The sweet blood, oh, sings to me!

I am not too proud to show my hideous inside

Please behead me who have slayed my bride and allies

My fellows have been one of them already

They couldn’t resist to be lured by craving anymore

Someone should wipe them out sooner or later

Whether or not new beast will be coming out

The legacies are devouring my will

It prompts me to be werewolf as they have been while that moon is on the sky

The monster must be defeated by man, it always should be

The man will come for me tonight

What’s the smell? The sweet blood, oh, sings to me!

I have been one of them, hunter

Fallen father must be buried now

What’s the smell? The sweet blood, oh, sings to me!

Your melody reminds me to go back my home

Liberate from the nightmare to go to my bride