it's potent
addictive
the scent of blood
it's destructive
the power of "black" mud
it's in his genes
hunters can be "made"
hunting you can learn
in the age-old "scaly" book
true predators are born

it's in his genes
everything that he's ever seen
and when we call
the house will fall
with a minimum of fuss
MaC
you'll discover
is a stone-cold grampus

the speed
the power
the endurance
the instinct
the supernatural focus
he has nothing and everything 
the vulture with no wing
It's in his genes
the song of the sky
the accursed, fervid eye
MaC 
the silent child
with the perfect cover
mr anonymity
the daemon lover
underestimated by many 
loved passionately by a few
recognized by the alien "thing" inside you

the perfect killer
a natural leader
for lacerta
It's what he is
believe what you will
like what you want
you are all incredible
none invincible
we were "hunters"
before you became aware 
of the game
many have "it"
none the same
as
MaC
perhaps you should 
think twice about that

it's potent 
addictive
the scent of blood
it's destructive
the power of "black" mud

It's in his genes
the perfect cover
the "trojan" galactic warrior
and when we call
he'll come to us
MaC
the Montserratian grampus

carnage galore
destruction 
far as the "human" eye can see
what once was
will soon be

MaC
Attack
to the future
let's go back