Beau - One About to Fall lyrics

The heavy mist is on the trees, A-hanging in the morning sky Through which we run; not only I, But those who follow in my steps Across the frozen winter ground. The echo of their clarion sound Is deafening my ears. The quickened pulse and gasping breath Are mine amid the growing din; My blood is pure adrenalin. My senses heighten, hear the call. Across the day the hunter moves As close behind the flailing hooves Still thunder in my wake. And so it is these towering trees That stand aloft, aloof and tall, Salute the one about to fall. The mist is growing colder now. The running eyes and gasping breath Are quickened in the jaws of d**h That slaver as they bay And carry me away...