Here I am, alone and haunted;
Begging for forgiveness, lonely.
Being different, I cannot promise,
Not even you can stop the torment.
I am The Hunter and I am The Sin.
You carry all the broken words within.
It is my nature, which I cannot win,
With the bloody moon it all begins.
You see, there is my monstrous inside,
Sulking through our blessed nights –
One that needs to carry on
Killing, all of you and me as one.