Sacrifice Theory - Urban Jungle

I am the wolf
i'm always on the hunt
I never have a rest
without bearing the brunt

between the branches
my prey, as good as young
lacerated in lust
leaving nothing undone
do not try to follow
and save your skin
before the hunter
gets hunted by a killingmachine

endless
painless
brainless
perfection

I am the wolf
your bones are my cross
the moon displays my christ
in ferocity i trust

through nightly shadows
my destinated path occurs
and through the air
my shattering howls are 'bout to lurk
no concrete nor mud
of this urban jungle can protect
when i am around
you are the one who's to inflect

one nerve
a tremor
your life
is lost
your bones
my cross

in the streets
you cannot run away
no one hears your screams
whether night or day
i am your death
find salvation through me
through a hunter, through perfection
through a killingmachine

killingmachine
die, die, die