Weltschmerz - Hunt for Souls

It is time for the hunt,
The hunt for fresh souls.
The hunters gather in forests of old,
Ignoring the spirits whose stories they have never been told.

Driven by the urge,
The need for conformation.
They will hunt you down and find you
And if they do they will convert you.

There is just one truth,
In their eyes.
All other believes are just lies.
And lies need to be thrown down.

In the dark and cold night,
You try to hide out of sight.
You try to hide from them,
The hunters.

Wrestling to keep your own believes,
You try to find a free place overseas.
They drive you from your homes,
They take over control and burn them down.

By free will or with force,
They don't care.
As long as you follow them,
In their lives as slaves to a book,

To a book.

They believe in a higher command,
That sees everything they do.
And that's why they want you,
To do everything their way.

Because of some story.