Stripping the minds of Trophy hunters with no care Possessing them with Thoughts of greed Turning on each other for Priceless artifacts Lustful thoughts of murder Driven into frenzied mania Artifact of Agony Agony Avarice turns to pain My collection used as bait Luring the next group Unsuspecting of what’s next My entrapment has set off Severing the bandit’s head Shrapnel flies through the air Violently it’s embedded Looting what’s left of the corpses Making up for my own losses Taking back my prized possessions Continuing my deception