First Blood

Surrounded by darkness, unable to find a light in which believe
Walking straight to something invisible, hitting the fear itself
The objective is so near, blood have to flow now
The victim is hiding but it's time for his judgement
It's my first time
Hunting someone
This is my first blood
The meaning of my life
The killer is more scarred than his future victim
But only a cold blood can made hot blood flows
Approaching, the victim is so near from his end
I'm took in an amazing vertigo, fed by fear
It's my first time
Hunting someone
This is my first blood
The meaning of my life
Only separated by a thin door made of cheap wood
I can feel his breath, troubled by fear
Some car lights are reflecting in a huge knife
My hands shaking, I tear it out from his base
It's my first time
Hunting someone
This is my first blood
The meaning of my life
This is my first blood
The meaning of my life
I'm smashing him
Through the door
Smashing hard
Through the door
Again Again Smashing Again