(Verse 1) Out in the bayou, where the shadows play, Hunters roam at the break of day. But it's not the night that chills my bones, It's the trades that haunt my moans. (Chorus) Oh, these trades, they break our will, Eight hundred milliseconds, time stands still. Cry tech's quiet, they turn away, From the pain we feel each day. (Verse 2) High ping foes, they rise and fall, In their death throes, they still brawl. Shots ring out from the grave, In this hunt, no soul is saved. (Chorus) Oh, these trades, they break our will, Eight hundred milliseconds, time stands still. Cry tech's quiet, they turn away, From the pain we feel each day. (Bridge) In the heat of combat, both men die, In the bayou's mist, we question why. No winner here, just shared defeat, In this swamp, our fates repeat. (Chorus) Oh, these trades, they break our will, Eight hundred milliseconds, time stands still. Cry tech's quiet, they turn away, From the pain we feel each day. (Outro) In the depths where hunters tread, We face each other, end up dead. Trades that linger, like a ghostly song, In Hunt: Showdown, we play along.
