Driven by desire
For the hunt and her game
No eye for punishing work
Didn't listen to father's misery
The begging of his mother
Didn't keep him from his plan
To go hunt that night
His father's sickbed, he knew of that
Running over the field
As the heart rate increases
All the animals flee
Because his arrows are ill-famed
Cursed by his father on his deathbed
Only an eye for the hunt
Forever you will still hunt
Were the last words he would hear
Still he grabbed his arrows
To go poach in the night
So he left with his weapons
And his dogs as his guards
Running over the field
As the heart rate increases
All the animals flee
Because his arrows are ill-famed
Still he would hunt that night
His father's death nearing
When the man got buried
His house crumbled into nothing
Ever since this hunter wanders
A search for his parental home
The call for compassion
Finds no echo as is said
Running over the field
As the heart rate increases
All the animals flee
Because his arrows are ill-famed