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The night come

and everything becomes fragile

The tiredness again torment me, physically and mentally

Vulnerable thoughts attacks me

Attacks like the pure ambition for supplies

A Mad Hunter...

...Feed it up for the lies

Erodes, defeats, kills

builds on the fragility

by the dream in the illusion hills

fed up the weak less of sanity

You feel able to satisfy yourself

knowing that will finish?

knowing that the attack will be after defence?

The shield is weak and the attack is subtle...

In the evening you won´t stop being a

Mad Hunter

Erodes, defeats, kills

builds on the fragility

by the dream in the illusion hills

fed up the weak less of sanity

Oh, weak shield....

Feed who you are, mad

The best defense is the offense

The best attack is the rear