Stalker

Your past life fades, a misty haze,
Home and kin, you left behind,
Perimeter walls, in shades of gray,
A distant world, they bring to mind.

There is no "red lines" in this world,
No easy foes, no gentle game,
No names or titles, where secrets spelled,
Fate to be Stalker, it's your claim.

Beyond the edge, you cast away,
Your doubts and fears, you found your way,
In the Zone, a change took hold,
A hunter's heart, brave and bold.

There is no "red lines" in this world,
No easy foes, no gentle game,
No names or titles, where secrets spelled,
Fate to be Stalker, it's your claim.

No friends you find, just power's might,
Each rustle whispers, death's dark call,
Life and death dance, in fading light,
Fate's lessons learned, survive you shall.

There is no "red lines" in this world,
No easy foes, no gentle game,
No names or titles, where secrets spelled,
Fate to be Stalker, it's your claim.

You live each day in chilling dread,
This world's not fiction, as you've read,
There is no happiness for free,
And everyone will be aggrieved.

There is no "red lines" in this world,
No easy foes, no gentle game,
No names or titles, where secrets spelled,
Fate to be Stalker, it's your claim.

Through fields of strange anomalies,
And mutant packs, you bravely roam,
To chase a dream, beyond all pleas,
But Your life's a stage, a puppet's home.

There is no "red lines" in this world,
No easy foes, no gentle game,
No names or titles, where secrets spelled,
Fate to be Stalker, it's your claim.