A drop of rain
Over a burning field
May be a savior
May be a torturer

A drop of blood
Between thy eyes
May mean life
May mean death

In the silence
Of a full moon rising
A hunter sets its weapon
To fight an unending curse

He finds his pray
And while bring him to the light
He enslaves his vital essence
In the dark of the night

A slaughter has been over
A feast was made
And the dead
Still is dead