The Hunter (By the Seaside Window)

A gun has been fired, echoes from the mountain can’t lie
The hunters, the hunters have been tracking their preys from early morning
The snow is still flickering through the cold breezing sky
The blood on the ground is slowly disappearing underneath
The hunter is coming
December’s falling down and time suddenly seems too numb to care
I never thought it could be that cold here
The hunter is coming, the hunter is coming down, the hunter is
Another footstep away from you, lost in distant storms
My long view’s blurry by slow streaming cast and tones
The hunter is coming
My heart’s howling for spring, for memories to revive
But high hopes never bloom from our saddened demise
The hunter, the hunter is coming
The hunter, the hunter is coming, coming for me
The prey is laying down in the freezing evening cold
Wounded by the very same hands that used to feed his land
The winter
The air so sweet and soft, almost perfume, over its body, broken, broken, broken
Horizon’s never been that magnificent, that vivid and free
But freedom has a color that I just can’t see
The hunter, the hunter is coming, the hunter
The men, tired of their ceremonial walk over, walk over the hill
Standing witnesses, life leaving traces of a dream now fading into the night
I’m breathing in, I’m breathing in and out, I’m breathing in
I’m breathing in, I’m breathing in and out
The hunter, the hunter is coming
I’m breathing, I’m breathing in and out
I’m breathing