Arrows

Hunting, pacing Numbing, taking What's mine's too cold For one to hold Running, chasing The king's, waiting for The arrows to come The arrows to come We run from the arrows We run from the arrows We run from the arrows We run from the arrows Raining, torches Training, forces What's yours, has told Cut of pure gold Draining, war is Reining horses for The arrows to come The arrows to come We run from the arrows We run from the arrows We run from the arrows We run from the arrows Running Running Running Running Running Running Running Running Hunting, pacing Numbing, taking We run from the arrows We run from the arrows We run from the arrows We run from the arrows We run from the arrows We run from the arrows We run from the arrows We run from the arrows