They run
Against the wind
They run
Towards the storm
And they bleed
Their blood like rubies in the night
They run
Up to the hill
They run
Into the woods
And they neigh
Under the moon
Like ghosts in battle
Blind
By tears they cry
The beating hearts
Possessed by love
To death and life
They seek the fire
And leave behind
The fear, the home
The dreams of the child
And they won't come back
They will never come back
They run
Into the mist
They hear
The voice that calls
And that love to death and life
And burn in fire
They run
Against the wind
They run
Towards the storm
And they bleed
Their blood like rubies in the night
They run
Up to the hill
They run
Into the woods
And they neigh
Under the moon
Like ghosts in battle
