Gunning down horses, gunning down tails, Gunning down archaic forces That follow my nightmares through the eve With its eye on my hilt and its back to its siege
I run and I run and I am never done If I stop now, I stop for eternity I lay waste on the Cimmerian horizon And I drink to the gaps in my vision.
Fire crackles, sizzles like a tortured Monk; Charcoal smoke lifts the air, Turns the trees black and navy blue As putrid smoke buries itself in my hair
The fire is my only hope now I tell you they canβt see it Their eyeless sockets will never know And theyβll never find me here.