Ah, tonight, there's something different in the air
Men leave as hunters, and return as beasts
Let there be no doubt
If it moves, you can be sure it's a beast
And even if it doesn't, well, don't take any chances
Of squalid blood
No beast will be spared
The reek of blood
That intolerable scent
It sickens me
Sick creature, may you rest in peace
What's that smell
I like the smell of this hunt already
The sweet blood
Beasts and beasts and beasts and beasts
Beasts all over the shop
The sweet stench of blood
Just, just marvelous
Of squalid blood
No beast will be spared
The reek of blood
That intolerable scent
It sickens me
Sick creature, may you rest in peace
The sweet blood
Beasts everywhere
I like the smell of this hunt already
Too proud to show your true face
But a sporting hunt it was
What's that smell
The sweet blood, oh, it sings to me
It's enough to make a man sick
You'll be one of them, sooner or later