Burning hard the ground
After the sign - the horn's sound
Spirits fighting fast
Must make the daytime last.

I feel the blood thunder
I feel the world spin
Must win!

Above - the pack
The red light shines
Their eyes
Hunger three days past
The howl for the flesh

Must run - the hunt begun.

Fields flash by
Heart in my throat
I scream to my sisters
To beware

The rush to escape -
Too late...

Bushes, branches halt my path
Crimson, be the dawn of time
After thine

I need the power
Deep - my soul
To run...

The sunshine hard
Fast searing heat
Sweat - the pores flood
With urgent juices.

My sisters
Ripped apart
Bones licked dry
By the devils with tails
Though devils not they be

The riders
The Earls of darkness

For tradition
The royalty race
The British honour
What a disgrace

Blood the colour blue
Take the unregarded.

The need is great
Never hesitate.

Run...run
The hunt begun

Run above the winds

For speed be your exit now
For speed be your key.

The pack - upon
Teeth, gleaming white with red
Paws with claws
Tear my flesh...
...Till I am one with the Gods on high

Down - I look
The feast begun
The hunt doth end -
As life

How do they say
They be human
Sport
"Oh for the fun of it, darling!"

The taste of bitter blood
In the mansion houses flood

For the killers in silken suites
Armed with titles in pursuit
To do the done thing...

Why do they always win?

Because the system
Never will break

But break, now -

Descend the houses of death
And teach the lesson to them
Respect
Both the great and the small

For animals, they do see
But might Gods
We may be.