Murmur - Funeral of the Hunt

Funeral of the Hunt

You've run so far
You've come undone
You've stumbled
And fell
You'll stand no more

They've hunted you
You feel the heat
The devils mouth it needs to feed

Grey mane
Steel eyes
Circle as one
Truth found with forked tongues
Rest now they've won

With dirt so soft
Never to be found
Your bones
Your life is in the ground

Something grows a top this mound
A single rose that will be found

Grey mane
Steel eyes
Circle as one
Truth found with forked tongues
Rest now they've won

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Writer(s): Peter Morcey
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