Lyrics
Death is stocking me
Ever the consummate hunter, I am its prey
It hungers for my flesh and wishes to rip my soul away
It bears the razor teeth meant to pick my bones clean
Closely it pursues me
When I breathe out, you breathe in
It has already feasted ferociously on some of my loved ones
And is fast on the trail of others
Each loss leaving wounds on my heart
It will never stop
Its appetite is insatiable
But I will not be the willing quarry in this killers chase
I will fight
fearing not death itself
but the loss of the precious life I hold so dear
In the end I know deaths relentless predation will prevail
but I will not make it easy, and I will relish each day God blesses me with
Stand back huntsman.....and wait
Style
country slow
Credits
Prompt byGodFuture319
GeneratedJun 5, 2025
ModelAria v4
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