Hounds breathing near your tracks
Your heart pumping in your chest
Crossing the fields like a raging bull
As the night falls across the land
He was the hunter now is the prey
Carrying a gun, and a bag of heads
Bag of HeadsHounds breathing near your tracks Your heart pumping in your chest Crossing the fields like a raging bull As the night falls across the land He was the hunter now is the prey Carrying a gun, and a bag of heads |