(part one of the Hunter's song)
Herne the Hunter in his forest deep
governing the way we sleep
keep one eye open as you dream
watch the shadows between the trees
Herne the Hunter in his forest deep
governing the way we eat
meat and blood and fire raw
never matter under hunter's law
blind and dark in the hunter's world
close your eyes and find your foe
keep all your bullets nice and close
a blind sharpshooter has naught to lose
raise a finger to test the wind
upon the high roof it sings, it stings
trust your instincts, close your eyes
Herne the Hunter is by your side
Listen to your blood, it knows the rules
Herne's wild hunt must have its dues
the prey must know, the prey must run
for Herne the hunter to have his fun
never matter the darkness reigns
a blankness, blackness all contained
remember the smell of blood on snow
and pull the trigger, nice and slow
Herne the Hunter on his wild, mad hunt
governing the way we run
breath is short, the way is long
but Herne protects the swift and strong
Herne the Hunter on his wild, mad hunt
governing the way we kill
beloves the blood the shooter spills
a blind sharpshooter has naught to lose
|Stranger| 5:26 PM|
