Funeral of the Hunt

You’ve run so far

You’ve come undone

You’ve stumbled

And fell

You'll stand no more

They’ve hunted you

You feel the heat

The devils mouth it needs to feed

Grey mane

Steel eyes

Circle as one

Truth found with forked tongues

Rest now they’ve won

With dirt so soft

Never to be found

Your bones

Your life is in the ground

Something grows a top this mound

A single rose that will be found

Grey mane

Steel eyes

Circle as one

Truth found with forked tongues

Rest now they’ve won