Hunters

Where did the ravens fly?
Earth dry and starving.
Seasons are pacified-
Nothing left but a burning sun.

Running sweat down my neck-
I feel faint, I feel dizzy.
No rays to cheer me-
Stand still over everything.

I can't breathe.
Where do we go now?
Where do we feed?
Oh, we used to be hunters, hunters-
I can't breathe.
Where do we go now?
Where do we feed?
Oh, we used to be hunters, hunters.

Feathers are broken,
Oh, now tinders fly.
Dead wreaths and rivers dry-
Desolation complete.
Fire winds are pacified-
Nothing left but a burning sun.

Running sweat down my neck-
I feel faint, I feel dizzy.
No rays to cheer me-
Stand still over everything.

I can't breathe.
Where do we go now?
Where do we feed?
Oh, we used to be hunters, hunters-
I can't breathe.
Where do we go now?
Where do we feed?
Oh, we used to be hunters, hunters.

I can't breathe.
Where do we go now?
Where do we feed?
Oh, we used to be hunters, hunters-
I can't breathe.
Where do we feed?
Oh, we used to be hunters, hunters...