He will be back soon, he always does

The wooden stairs crack under his steps

Slow and full cruelty

The permanent tic-tac, relentless and aggressive

I feel so alive under the beats

I wait for him patiently

My wounds never have time to close

Until a new awakening of the predator

Erase me

My soul is dead for me

I can smell his putrid aroma

Mixed with the wetness and filth of this place

My face lies on the ground inhaling the dust

My soul is dead for me

Unchain the rage

Meet your glance, find your weakness

As you must have one

Offer my body as meat and my blood as a gift

A past without any trail will be mine

Becoming your prey

Death comes to us all

We are what we are

Prey erase me

Bending again, wild and vulnerable according to your cynic desire

Your favorite play, your animal dominance

Open the case and make the puppet dance

With the symphonic sounds of a distant orchestra

The blood has stuck my lips but these melodies caress my wounded ears

Resounding until your distrust and hunger finish me

You chosen to be my guide on the fertile and erogenous fields

My soul is dead for me

Unchain the rage

Death comes to us all