| Song | Urban Predator |
| Artist | The Haunted |
| Album | One Kill Wonder |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Aro, Bjõrter, Bjõrter, Jensen | |
| Sature the souls of a virgin land. | |
| A nation on its knees by its own naive beliefs. | |
| Feasting on the flesh of our starving whore. | |
| Idly looking on as it bites once more. | |
| Fallen sanctuary stripped off. | |
| God, now worship dogs. | |
| Where porno mags replaces the bible. | |
| Who can save us now? | |
| Self-inflicted madness. | |
| Run in circles, come on catch your tail. | |
| He's gone hunting, hunting for humans. | |
| Our urban carnivore. | |
| Stone! The one who speaks of justice. | |
| Rape! The one who cries for freedom. | |
| Exit the dreams of full remorse. | |
| Enter the urban predator. | |
| Exit the dreams of full remorse. | |
| Enter the urban predator. | |
| Still we want our shit to add up. | |
| Just don't like what it adds up to. | |
| Society's fading foes were first in line & last to know. | |
| Concede the surplus killing. | |
| Clear the table now roll the dice. | |
| Pass the matches, join the feast. | |
| Utopia in flames. | |
| Time is the fire in which we burn. | |
| Home, depraved and tainted from the life we lead. | |
| Exit the dreams of full remorse. | |
| Enter the urban predator. | |
| Exit the dreams of full remorse. | |
| Ravished by the urban predator. | |
| Concede the surplus killing. | |
| Clean the table now roll the dice. | |
| Pass the matches, join the feast. | |
| Utopia alight. | |
| Exit the dreams of full remorse | |
| Enter the urban predator | |
| Exit the dreams of full remorse | |
| Ravished by the urban predator | |
| Exit the dreams of full remorse | |
| Enter the urban predator | |
| Enter the urban predator | |
| Ravished |
| zuo ci : Aro, Bj rter, Bj rter, Jensen | |
| Sature the souls of a virgin land. | |
| A nation on its knees by its own naive beliefs. | |
| Feasting on the flesh of our starving whore. | |
| Idly looking on as it bites once more. | |
| Fallen sanctuary stripped off. | |
| God, now worship dogs. | |
| Where porno mags replaces the bible. | |
| Who can save us now? | |
| Selfinflicted madness. | |
| Run in circles, come on catch your tail. | |
| He' s gone hunting, hunting for humans. | |
| Our urban carnivore. | |
| Stone! The one who speaks of justice. | |
| Rape! The one who cries for freedom. | |
| Exit the dreams of full remorse. | |
| Enter the urban predator. | |
| Exit the dreams of full remorse. | |
| Enter the urban predator. | |
| Still we want our shit to add up. | |
| Just don' t like what it adds up to. | |
| Society' s fading foes were first in line last to know. | |
| Concede the surplus killing. | |
| Clear the table now roll the dice. | |
| Pass the matches, join the feast. | |
| Utopia in flames. | |
| Time is the fire in which we burn. | |
| Home, depraved and tainted from the life we lead. | |
| Exit the dreams of full remorse. | |
| Enter the urban predator. | |
| Exit the dreams of full remorse. | |
| Ravished by the urban predator. | |
| Concede the surplus killing. | |
| Clean the table now roll the dice. | |
| Pass the matches, join the feast. | |
| Utopia alight. | |
| Exit the dreams of full remorse | |
| Enter the urban predator | |
| Exit the dreams of full remorse | |
| Ravished by the urban predator | |
| Exit the dreams of full remorse | |
| Enter the urban predator | |
| Enter the urban predator | |
| Ravished |
| zuò cí : Aro, Bj rter, Bj rter, Jensen | |
| Sature the souls of a virgin land. | |
| A nation on its knees by its own naive beliefs. | |
| Feasting on the flesh of our starving whore. | |
| Idly looking on as it bites once more. | |
| Fallen sanctuary stripped off. | |
| God, now worship dogs. | |
| Where porno mags replaces the bible. | |
| Who can save us now? | |
| Selfinflicted madness. | |
| Run in circles, come on catch your tail. | |
| He' s gone hunting, hunting for humans. | |
| Our urban carnivore. | |
| Stone! The one who speaks of justice. | |
| Rape! The one who cries for freedom. | |
| Exit the dreams of full remorse. | |
| Enter the urban predator. | |
| Exit the dreams of full remorse. | |
| Enter the urban predator. | |
| Still we want our shit to add up. | |
| Just don' t like what it adds up to. | |
| Society' s fading foes were first in line last to know. | |
| Concede the surplus killing. | |
| Clear the table now roll the dice. | |
| Pass the matches, join the feast. | |
| Utopia in flames. | |
| Time is the fire in which we burn. | |
| Home, depraved and tainted from the life we lead. | |
| Exit the dreams of full remorse. | |
| Enter the urban predator. | |
| Exit the dreams of full remorse. | |
| Ravished by the urban predator. | |
| Concede the surplus killing. | |
| Clean the table now roll the dice. | |
| Pass the matches, join the feast. | |
| Utopia alight. | |
| Exit the dreams of full remorse | |
| Enter the urban predator | |
| Exit the dreams of full remorse | |
| Ravished by the urban predator | |
| Exit the dreams of full remorse | |
| Enter the urban predator | |
| Enter the urban predator | |
| Ravished |