The four hooves echo in the night.
Pictures of deepest fear reflect in your eyes,
like a fire in your soul.
the forest of the wild.
The full moon beholds from its starlit sky,
this journey without goal.
The hunt twists and
winding through the dark.
The flame of intensity burns
higher and higher and higher.
The hooves are pounding in the
splitting the silence of the night.
Do you smell the cruel desire?
Your paws are pounding with your heart,
life and liberty
as the steam is rising higher.
Inside the forest oh so deep,
the creatures of the night watch
this hunt that flashes them by.
Will you escape or will you bleed?
The hunter's at your tail, he calls for
with hunger in his eyes.
As the welkin embraces his stars
to a shimmering nightly play,
the arch-enemy of
is once more prey.