The Hunt Begins

Come together
Together in mass
We the saviors must sever our worst
The hunt begins
They’ll suffer the loss
Our greater good; no matter the cost
We’ll pray for them
But they had to die
Persecution
Where the burials lie
We need to weed out the weak
Gather the poor, the sick and the old
Deceit
We’ll pray for them all
But we cannot sustain their lives
We hold the cure
But they still had to die
We need to weed out the weak
Gather the poor, the sick and the old
Deceit
We had no choice
For our survival
The hunt begins
Hammered down
There’s death at the door
The night is terror
The scourge does its worst
Growing revelations that we are the ones
To carry onward; our kind restored
Now they all thank the Lord
That the threat is destroyed