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Song of the HuntFrom the skies they comeFrom the boundless dark That swells beyond The twinkle of the stars To fill their ranks With cheap blood for war To kill and die To die and yet survive Oh! I gazed into their void The ever swirling madness that circles the known world A cavalcade of slaves - lost souls bereft of fate The festering remains of long shed blood Spear in hand Knee deep in mud So afraid and cold I'm a peasant fed to war Fair and cruel The Hunt as judge The rich and poor We all share the same lot Now close, now far The chaos spiral rides And upon touching the ground scorches the earth The riders in black Chase after the great war The gathering of crops sown long ago The harvest from the stars Just glimpsed by mortal eyes Myth turned to story turns to fact Shapeless generals Maddening images of man The vortex of decay that haunts the spires I was told, so I killed And abhorred every blow And the years became dust over me At the edge of the world I fell through the void And I saw where the ages had gone Now I sit at the graves Where my grandchildren rest And I see the comet in the sky Heralds doom, comes for me Knows I'm too drawn to run 'Til I'm found I sing the song of the Hunt. |