Nightmare Pursuit - Malison

Desire is fed to those in search of peace

A life consumed by one’s arrogance

A game that he will never win

So lives the hunter never satisfied

When you live with an obsession

It starts to take a toll

On your vision

Back against the wall out of options

Fighting for the end you made out of nothing

Back against the wall now stranded

Slave to the mind you own

Constant battle, your risk outweighs reward

The ground unknown to my natural form

Time unwinds, your moves forever scorned

Huntr, I’ll smile as our graves are on