On the threshold, he's tempted Another dark forest, awaits He hunts for dark creatures, They fill his needs For passion has died down, so did his seed
He tries to use their warmth, but they are cold Believing that yet again, his mind will mold The quiver is almost empty, too many mouths to feed They talk inside his head, he pays no heed
The hunt is sacred No time to waste Even if it had no value No effect
His house requires attention But the forest provides with haste While the fireplace is cold and empty He keeps true to his fate
No more reasons For the urges, only whims Empty steps, wasted time Some say that is all he needs
His knowledge of killing the wildlife Is grand and vast
He thinks it leads to his salvation But it shan't pass No more reasons For the urges, only whims Empty steps, wasted time Some say that is all he needsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
