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
To find your thing

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 thru time

Another round
Another hunting ground
You hear the sound
Another hunting ground

I am afraid. I see the dark
I see the road I’m on
Only from the faintest spark
Fueling fires from pages torn
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

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

Feel the flood. 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?
Crying out, voices ring
From the universe you never cared about
The black hole swallows me
Without a sound

Another hunting ground
You hear the sound
Another hunting ground
You hear the sound
Another hunting ground