we ll never bow no compromise come test me feel my scorn i ll be coming back to haunt you when i m gone behold me we re laying traps back down pray do watch us stand our ground as we re subversively misleading you out to sea the sound of poison has gone off our traps aren t malleable beware no dogma or deterrent can dissuade us from our torment path said path has run nigh on eight years dark skills in trade we hone and sharpen arrow blade the trap is laid while we await and wait and wait when we return at break of day we light first match then start our way dictate us not dictate us not the kill is near the kill is near we reached the snares afore midday the crusted blood marks future ways the kill is scored the kill is scored hoorah hooray hoorah hooray