Hunt (Video Series Edit)

I feel the cold embrace of thorns

My hands trapped in brambles

My face scarred against the branches

Hopeless, hurt, exhausted

I can't hold on any longer

Steeds of god are hunting

And no one else is here to save me

Merciless soldiers bringing death and pain

They come for me, they call my name

Too hard for me to stand this

Is it going to be the end?

I'm slowly ceding, I can barely walk

I'm falling

Do I deserve this fate?

Am I the one to blame?

Is fire my savior?

Do I deserve damnation?

I, Eleanor

Run away from the sword

The olive branch dissolves my hope

I lost my heart of

Stone

Take her, surround her

Now

Take her, silence her

Cries

You filthy daughter of evil, black marked with sin

Will no longer escape from the justice

You nasty whore of the devil

You will be cleansed with the cross

Or with fire

Head back to the citadel

The black friar awaits