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Hunter
04:11
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Corruption spreads in Louisiana swamps
In the Wild West something dark is stalking us
The Sheriff has closed the county gates
Farmers and miners disappear without a trace
The people flee, the saloons empty out
You hold your revolver with disdain for life
The ground is restless, the dead are walking
Advancing towards your prey
The bank stagecoach is assaulted by undead
Howls in the air and the buzzing of insects
There's a trail of gore leading to a barn
The demon's lair with a pig's head
Lurking in the shadows you really feel the danger
Other hunters target you
The flight of crows betrays your foe
The prey has made a mistake
Hunter! The showdown
Fighting day and night with no way out you are the
Hunter! Stalking your prey
Every human being deserves your crossbow
In the night you hear a huge roar
A beast armored with barbed wire
Your companion has long since fallen
And find yourself walking into the abyss
Some will come wanting to gain
Power, money, fame or to cast out this evil
Each and every one in your trap will fall
None will be a worthy rival
To the hunter! The showdown
Fighting day and night with no way out you are the
Hunter! Stalking your prey
Every human being will feel the hate of the
Hunter! Hiding in the fog
Reload the Mosin Nagant aiming at the
Head! War without respite
Purify this land and collect the bounty
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Cazador
04:12
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La corrupción se extiende en los pantanos de Louisiana
En el Lejano Oeste algo oscuro se propaga
El sheriff ha cerrado las puertas del condado
Granjeros y mineros desaparecen sin rastro
La gente huye los salones se vacían
Enfundas tu revolver con desprecio por la vida
El suelo está inquieto, los muertos caminan
Avanzando hacia tu presa sin temor
La diligencia del banquero es asaltada por no-muertos
Aullidos en el aire y el zumbido de insectos
Hay un rastro de vísceras que llevan a un granero
La guarida del demonio con la cabeza de un cerdo
Acechando en las sombras sientes de verdad el peligro
Otros cazadores te tienen objetivo
El vuelo de los cuervos delata a tu enemigo
La presa ha cometido un error
¡Cazador! El enfrentamiento
Luchando día y noche sin salida eres el
¡Cazador! Acecha a su presa
Todo ser humano se merece tu ballesta
En la noche se oye un enorme rugido
Una bestia acorazada con alambre de espino
Tu compañero hace rato ha caído
Y te encuentras solo caminando hacia el abismo
Unos acudirán por desear ganar
Poder, dinero, fama o expulsar este mal
Todos y cada uno en tu trampa caerán
Nadie será un digno rival
¡Del cazador! El enfrentamiento
Luchando día y noche sin salida eres el
¡Cazador! Acecha a su presa
Todo ser humano sufrirá la ira del
¡Cazador! Oculto en la niebla
Recarga el Mosin Nagant y apunta a la
¡Cabeza! Una guerra sin tregua
Limpia esta tierra y cobra la recompensa
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Punk loco y salvaje de Madr.i.p., aderezado con una pizca de estupidez, algo de mala hostia y sal, mucha sal. ¡¡Que luego los temas quedan sosos y nadie quiere eso!!
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