他们的脸我想是利刃。 

Their faces Ithought were knives.

那他们把它们指向我的样子。 

The way theypointed them at me.

并等待着。 

And waited.

一个倾听着的猎人。 

A hunter issomeone who listens.

太硬了对於他的猎物它拔出武器。 

So hard to hisprey it pulls the weapon.

自他手中并刺穿。 

Out of his handand impales.

他自己。

Itself.