The Hunters run, never stopping to breathe,
They feel no emotions, and have no beliefs,
One size fits all, No standing out from the crowd,
Watch out for The Hunters, For they make no sound
It may be you they're after, You may be what they seek,
You'll never know until they find you, And leave you dead and weak.
The Hunters look for something, Maybe it's the dead or the insane,
We don't know what they look for, We just know to be afraid
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