Mine is the shade that is walking behind.
Mine are the footprints you never will find.
Mine is the voice that is calling your name.
I am the hunter. You are the game.
Yours were the hounds that will bark nevermore.
Yours was the horse that’s now dripping with gore.
Yours was the goshawk that ne’ermore will fly.
Do you like hunting? Well, so do I.
Mine is the shade that is walking behind.
Mine are the footprints you never will find.
I’ll keep you running until you’ve grown lame.
I am the hunter. You are the game.
I am the shape of the bear and the stag.
I am the fox and the wolf at your back.
I am the wild boar and I am the roe.
I am your hunter wherever you go.
Mine is the shade that is walking behind.
Mine are the footprints you never will find.
Mine is the wilderness you’ll never tame.
I am the hunter. You are the game.
Of my blood and my bones, your castle is built.
I’m every creature that ever you’ve killed.
Of hunting, you’ve taught me a lesson or two,
And well I did learn it, for now I hunt you.
Mine is the shade that is walking behind.
Mine are the footprints you never will find.
Mine is the triumph and yours is the shame.
I am the hunter. You are the game.
I am the shape of the innocent child
That you’ve chased away so I died in the wild.
You’ve come to my forest, now give me a run.
I’m too young for vengeance, but hunting is fun.
Mine is the shade that is walking behind.
Mine are the footprints you never will find.
Try to outrun me, it still is the same.
I am the hunter. You are the game.
I am the hunter … I am the hunter …
Your friends come to help you? Well I’m not your friend.
Mine is the forest that never will end.
Keep running, keep running, I’ll chase you around -
Yours are the bones that will never be found.
Mine is the shade that is walking behind.
Mine are the footprints you never will find.
Mine is the voice that is calling your name.
I am the hunter. You are the game.
Text © 2002 by Thesilée
Melodie © 2002 by Silva
tune © 2002 by Silva
lyrics © 2002 by Thesilée
