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