Angler Must Die - We Hunt Buffalo

I hold the rod of power

Hand of god by the hour

Food chain will never drop

Sitting pretty at the top

Feel the tide change

From the deep at your feet

See the red sky

Morning rise your demise

Angler must die

Leviathan sky

Ignorance is getting old

It’s started growing mould

Stupid human you got ill

Forgot that you were made from gills