Eyes of the Victim

As quick as lightning attack 
Has not met with opposition 
Red blood, still hot 
Quench thirst of the hunter 

Dying away eyes 
Of the feeble victim 
Repent bitterly 
Voluntary death 

Too late they see 
That they will not get 
Any promised help 
From god of martyrs 

Falcon Krvestreb 
Free, unrestrained 
Hunter of humble ones 
Only one master of himself