The Hunting Ground

I see the light

I see the road

I see the forest floor behind me

I see the ghost

In a rage

In a dream

Lost and resigned one last time

Find your thing

You hear the sound, another hunting ground

You hear the sound, another hunting ground

You hear the sound, another hunting ground

You hear the sound, another hunting ground

Hear the sound

Hear the roar

Hear the chiming of indifference from the forest floor

In the shade of the pines

We strap these remains to our backs and move through time

Another round, another hunting ground

You hear the sound, another hunting ground

You hear the sound, another hunting ground

You hear the sound, another hunting

Hear the sound

I am afraid

I see the dark

I see the road I'm on, only from the faintest spark

Fueling fires, raging storm

Read it aloud, pass it down

Everything is worn

Another hunting ground

You hear the sound, another hunting ground

You hear the sound, another hunting ground

You hear the sound, another hunting

Feel the blood

Feel the spire

Breathing in the womb of embers night, mother's fire

Seize me up

Burn me down

Is this all we have; the natural world?

Is anyone around?

Another hunting ground

You hear the sound, another hunting ground

You hear the sound, another hunting ground

You hear the sound, another hunting ground

Feel the blood

Feel the blood

Hear the call

Unified inside the silence

The darkness grips us all

Shed my coil

Earthly skin

Caught between the door and the wild within

Feel the blood

Fear the fall

Glowing eyes unified

Can you see them all?