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