For thou sweepst me
in thy ribe if guill
with garments forged

in spiteful steel
No tainted pride
shall make conviction cease


None shall be unto thee proven
worthy of thy outmost fear

Let alone the silent longing
instinct shun the ones you dear


As the hunter boldly stalks his prey
intoxicated
Conviction reigns where truth might sway

intimidated

Silence the bore

Shun the ones you dear

The hunt is over

so the feast begins
What feast is enduring
when all is said and done

Everchange of hearts

The hunter's reason fail

The hunt is treason

The hunt is over

so the feast begins
Why search for endurance
when all is said and done?