I've always been a hunter
Nothing on my tail
But there was something in you
I knew
Could make that change

To capture a predator
You can't remain the prey
You have to become
An equal
In every way

So look in the mirror
And tell me, who do you see?
Is it still you?
Or is it me?

Become the beast
We don't have to hide
Do I terrify you
Or do you feel alive?

Do you feel the hunger?
Does it howl inside?
Does it terrify you?
Or do you feel alive?

Splinters of my soul
Cut through your skin
And burrow within
Burrow within

So embrace the darkness
And I will help you see
That you can be limitless
And fearless
If you follow with me

We are the lions
In a world of lambs
We are the predators,
The hunters,
The hunters,
The hunters

You

You

You are still a whisper on my lips 

A feeling at my fingertips 

That's pulling at my skin 

You leave me when I'm at my worst 

Feeling as if I've been cursed 

Bitter cold within 

Days go by and still I think of you 

Days when I couldn't live my life without you 

You are still a whisper on my lips 

A feeling at my fingertips 

That's pulling at my skin 

You leave me when I'm at my worst 

Feeling as if I've been cursed 

Bitter cold within 

Days go by and still I think of you 

Days when I couldn't live my life without you 

Without you

Without you

Ooooooh, I am the last of the giants,
my people are gone from the earth.
The last of the great mountain giants,
who ruled all the world at my birth.

Oh the smallfolk have stolen my forests,
they’ve stolen my rivers and hills.
And the’ve built a great wall through my valleys,
and fished all the fish from my rills.

In stone halls they burn their great fires,
in stone halls they forge their sharp spears.
Whilst I walk alone in the mountains,
with no true companion but tears.

They hunt me with dogs in the daylight,
they hunt me with torches by night.
For these men who are small can never stand tall,
whilst giants still walk in the light.

Oooooooh, I am the LAST of the giants,
so learn well the words of my song.
For when I am gone the singing will fade,
and the silence shall last long and long.

Gil-galad was an Elven-king.
Of him the harpers sadly sing;
the last whose realm was fair and free
between the Mountains and the Sea.

His sword was long, his lance was keen.
His shining helm afar was seen;
the countless stars of heaven's field
were mirrored in his silver shield.

But long ago he rode away,
and where he dwelleth none can say;
for into darkness fell his star
in Mordor where the shadows are

The Dornishman's wife was as fair as the sun,
and her kisses were warmer than spring.
But the Dornishman's blade was made of black steel,
and its kiss was a terrible thing.

The Dornishman's wife would sing as she bathed,
in a voice that was sweet as a peach,
But the Dornishman's blade had a song of its own,
and a bite sharp and cold as a leech.

As he lay on the ground with the darkness around,
and the taste of his blood on his tongue,
His brothers knelt by him and prayed him a prayer,
and he smiled and he laughed and he sung,

"Brothers, oh brothers, my days here are done,
the Dornishman's taken my life,
But what does it matter, for all men must die,
and I've tasted the Dornishman's wife!"

Alright, I'm ready now, ready now
I ain't gonna, I ain't gonna fall back down now
Alright, I'll take it on, take it on me
Take it on me, hm, baby

All I ever ask, ever ask
Are you gonna, are you gonna be my lover
Tonight, and take it with, take it with me
Take it with me

What if I left and it made no sense
And you tell your friends
And they hold your hands
Baby, nevermind, nevermind
Nevermind, nevermind

Alright, I'm ready now
I ain't gonna, I ain't gonna stop right now, no
Alright, I'll take it on, take it on me
Take it one me, ooh baby

All I ever ask, ever ask is
Do you wanna, do you wanna see my fire
Tonight, and take it with, take it with me
Take it with me, hm baby?