Hide!
I'm tracking the pace of fear
Your shivering hopes I hear
The prey is gone
The hunt is now!
Prowling my sacred vow
My skin feels so colder now
But as I move on through the path
Breath's short I'm sinking down

Run!
My senses behold the fear
The arrows of gold I hear
And as I am gone
I turn around
To find I'm alone somehow
The quiver is empty now
But as I move on through the path
Breath's short I'm sinking down