For thou sweepst me in thy robe of guilt
   with garments forged in spiteful steel
   No tainted pride shall make conviction cease
  
   None shall be unto thee proven
   worthy of thy outmost fear
   Let alone the silent longing
   instinct shun the ones you dear
  
   As the hunter boldly stalks his prey
   intoxicated
   Conviction reigns where truth might sway
   intimidated
  
   Silence the bore
   Shun the ones you dear
  
   The hunt is over
   so the feast begins
   what feast is enduring
   when all is said and done
  
  
   everchange of hearts
  
   The hunter's reason - fail
   The hunt is treason
  
   The hunt is over
   so the feast begins
   Why search for endurance
   when all is said and done?