Manhunt

They follow up your scent it's their favourite hunt quarry is near for starveling pack They follow up your scent searching all around heart full at fear and no way back They're near, so near you hear bloodthirsty howling It must be hells bent to have control of bounds what's truth, what's lie who will be next Oh fear, great fear machine of power's rolling Masters prefer the manhunt ... They follow up your scent ... They're near, so near .. It must be hells bent ... Oh fear, great fear ... Masters prefer the manhunt ...