Higher ground
Huntsmen
16 men
All assembled in the shadows again
Pacing about with their rifles in hand
Holding back the dawn
Huntsmen on the edge of the night
Always hide their faces from the light
16 men
Neither one knows the other by name
bound to darkness like a con to a chain
Hearts a-beating
Huntsmen on the edge of the night
Always hide their faces from the light
From the light
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me
Let those healing hands descend upon me
16 men
Solitary bombs just a-ticking away
Pendulums in the thickening grey
Eyes to the ground
Huntsmen on the edge of the night
Always hide their faces from the light
From the light
lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me
Let those healing hands descend upon me
