We hide behind the broken horns and distorted drums
We hold on for the night, survive till morning comes
For we were once victims of the roaming hunt
We were all victims of the roaming hunt
The ash will sting our eyes and dust will fill our lungs
Our tongues will curse the air as we reload our guns
We'll become killers in the roaming hunt
We'll become killers in the roaming hunt
Eyyy, eyyy
Eyyy, (ha, ha, ha) eyyy, ha, eeeyy, ha, eeeyy, ha
Eyyy, (ha, ha, ha) eyyy, ha, eeeyy ha, eeeyy, ha
The snow engine will fail to cure the broken hearts
With scratches on the door and holes from poison darts
We can find peace in the roaming hunt
Or leave in pieces from the roaming hunt
So sharpen your weapons and run for the
hills, run for the hills, run for the hills
Sharpen your weapons and run for the
hills, run for the hills, run for the hills
Sharpen your weapons and prepare to kill your fears
Run for the hills
Sharpen your weapons and run for the hills
Eyy, eeeyy, eeeyy

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