(Music by Kivistö; lyrics by Turunen) Infected Prey I have a lust to kill poison blood to spill Your overwhelming smile will soon be under a flood of anger Mood is rising up in the phony flock of ducks Their act of joy points straight to my nerve of pain I deal with thought within' full of blood Can't understand why the hell are you laughing In the end of all you can't see what's wrong Victims of vanity Enjoy your weed fulfill their dreams I'm waiting when the glass is broken Smell the dust of joy be the queen of love I'll tell you that is not an affair to revere Infected prey Desired for hunt Desperate pray I have already heard I have a lust to kill poison blood to spill Your overwhelming smile will soon be under a flood of anger