The old hunter of past,
With the passion to ****,
The glimpse of death you have—
The thrills and chills I feel.

Mercy me, my mistakes—
Omit my name from the list.
All the nights and begging,
And confessions to the priest.

All for nothing it was,
All for nothing it is.
Your power’s beyond me—
My death shall come with ease.

No longer I evade,
No more regrets I bear.
No matter how you try,
It’s time to face my fear.