Lyrics The Hunter - B. Dolan
Sitting
up
in
bed
when
the
sun
sets
The
room
is
such
a
mess
Keep
it
darker
than
the
crypt
Rumble
in
my
stomach
Wreak
of
garlic
and
incense
Stumble
from
the
bed
I
dreamed
of
monsters
again
Sharpen
my
instruments
As
part
of
my
dilligence
Polishing
springs
and
pins
Hardens
the
killer
instinct
Darkness
slips
in.
I
stalk
them
in
the
mist.
And
walk
the
empty
city
Looking
for
my
nemesis
I'm
a
vampire
hunter.
A
bounty
killer
I
know
my
way
around
and
I'm
bound
to
deliver
I've
lived
among
the
parasites
for
more
than
half
my
life
Studied
their
evil
patterns,
habits
and
appetites
I'm
a
Hunter.
Land
in
the
city
with
a
caravan
of
gypsies
Who
hand
me
crucifixes
and
whisper
their
superstition
I
keep
it
moving
in
tune
with
the
moon's
position
Setup
with
a
smooth
precision,
Every
night's
a
new
mission.
I
lift
the
lids
of
these
stale
boxes
of
dirt
Because
I
put
stake
in
heart
And
faith
in
hard
work
Now
watch
their
snake
eyes
Awake
in
surprise
as
they
die
Cut
out
the
heart
and
burn
it
at
the
graveside
Say
goodbye.
I'm
saving
lives
and
the
pay
is
fine,
besides
The
truth
is
I
get
a
thrill
When
it
comes
to
the
killing
time
I'm
a
vampire
hunter.
A
bounty
killer
I
know
my
way
around
and
I'm
bound
to
deliver
I've
lived
among
the
parasites
for
more
than
half
my
life
Studied
their
evil
patterns,
habits
and
appetites
I'm
a
Hunter.
They're
not
human
Not
the
people
you
remember
They
are
the
cannibal,
The
beast,
The
undead,
The
predator
They
are
disease,
They
feed
off
death
But
there's
a
sacred
mutilation
That
will
lay
them
to
rest
You
need
a
vampire
hunter,
a
bounty
killer
Who
knows
his
way
around
and
is
bound
to
deliver
Who's
lived
among
the
parasites
for
more
than
half
his
life
Studied
their
evil
habits,
patterns
and
appetites.
"I
wear
my
sunglasses
at
night,"
I
don't
know
why
I'm
just
sensitive
to
the
light
When
I
was
young
I
had
Such
a
strong
sense
of
wrong
and
right
Them
days
are
gone
Life
is
long,
not
forever
Right?
(right.)
These
silver
bullets
pack
a
helluva
bite
But
I
ain't
never
been
the
sucka
type
(Still
i
get
bloody
like)
The
incident
that
happened
down
in
Exeter
town
Where
the
daughter
of
George
Brown
Wouldn't
rest
in
the
ground.
We
had
a
posse
of
men,
Even
the
Providence
Press
Dug
up
the
body
And
cut
out
the
black
heart
from
her
chest.
Less
than
a
month
later
Her
older
brother
was
dead
And
I
was
wanted
by
the
court
To
explain
what
I
did.
So,
I
ran
away
and
hid
in
the
next
city
But
something
of
the
strange
events
must've
stayed
with
me
Made
me
face
the
mirror
for
a
moment
to
question
Imagine
my
surprise
when
I
saw
No
reflection.
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