ROW
Beach the creature
On the black sand
Bound him up in line
Drag our quarry to the
Dry land
And flay the beast alive
I won't stop the hunt
'Til I've made a kill
And had my fill
Upon it's life
ROW
Trap the beast between a
Mountain
And the shallows of a
Draining tide
Pull up the reeds
Dry up the stream
There's no relief
Come what may
I won't stop the hunt
'Til I've made a kill
And had my fill
Upon it's life
I can see it
In the shape
Of the wake
As I rise
I can see it
From teeth to tail
It's over the ridge
Bounding away
Caught on the trail
Heading our way
I can feel it
In the shake
Of the earth
As I run
I can smell it
The breath
The tongue
Open the jaws
Hell is upon us
Rows deep the maw
Come what may
I won't stop the hunt
'Til I've made a kill
And had my fill
Upon it's life
ROW
