作词 : Samuel Higgins
作曲 : Samuel Higgins
Do you hear the hunt in the distance? 
Mongrels baying for blood.

That overarching tradition

Blood sport, the thrill of the chase. 


The howling beasts foam at the mouth

To sate their hunger, they chase you down. 
You better run, you better hide,

Find an escape from the hounds. 


Temperatures rise, sweat on their brow.

Heartbeat thunders, stalking the prey. 
A few more paces, time to pounce. 
Teeth bared, from adrenaline blind, Fulfilling this carnal desire. 


The howling beasts foam at the mouth

To sate their hunger, they chase you down. 
You better run, you better hide

Never succumb to the hounds.

The Hounds...