my hunter

When you touch me again, lower the sun, put out the moon and burn me a candlelight.

I'm afraid of loud sounds and I'm scared of lightning and I haven't learned to forgive yet. When you touch me, hold me like a fallen angel whose wings are broken, forgive me for I have sinned, forgive me for I have lost my path. Like an animal that the hunter just mortally wounded with his blade, you whisper in my ear thank you for giving you my life, and then you eat my bloody heart while it is still beating, so that my strength may become yours.

In the circle of life There were many deaths, but the resurrection was always one.

The water becomes a furrow and the blood is poured into the ditch, and from the blood the poppies take their bright red color, and from their songs the mountains rise higher, creating ravines that will hide the rebels and secret lovers.

My hunter is a rebel, a lover and a thief

hides my naked body in the middle of a ravine

the sun rays will never touch my naked skin

the eagles on the mountain tops will never hear my scream

He hides me from the world

never shares my flesh with other members of his tribe

and there alone, lights his fire every night

consumes me bite after bite

And I, will resurrect again next morning, singing lullabies and give him kisses, while he is still asleep with my taste in his mouth. I leave him and run again and hide behind the trees, my heartbeat raising, for I know when he wakes up, he will come to hunt for me again. When you kil me again, sharpen your blade, and a night with full moon sacrifice me to your Gods, so that they will be content and punish us no more with this endless circle of life. My little prince, my wicked thief, my heartless hunter.

My soul, my soul, how much pain do you feel when you mix blood with desire, my heart, my life, I wish I could tell you that love you, but I keep it a secret from us both.hen you touch me again, lower the sun, put out the moon and burn me a candlelight.

I'm afraid of loud sounds and I'm scared of lightning and I haven't learned to forgive yet. When you touch me, hold me like a fallen angel whose wings are broken, forgive me for I have sinned, forgive me for I have lost my path. Like an animal that the hunter just mortally wounded with his blade, you whisper in my ear thank you for giving you my life, and then you eat my bloody heart while it is still beating, so that my strength may become yours. In the circle of life There were many deaths, but the resurrection was always one. The water becomes a furrow and the blood is poured into the ditch, and from the blood the poppies take their bright red color, and from their songs the mountains rise higher, creating ravines that will hide the rebels and secret lovers. My hunter is a rebel, a lover and a thief hides my naked body in the middle of a ravine the sun rays will never touch my naked skin the eagles on the mountain tops will never hear my scream He hides me from the world never shares my flesh with other members of his tribe and there alone, lights his fire every night consumes me bite after bite And I, will resurrect again next morning, singing lullabies and give him kisses, while he is still asleep with my taste in his mouth. I leave him and run again and hide behind the trees, my heartbeat raising, for I know when he wakes up, he will come to hunt for me again. When you kil me again, sharpen your blade, and a night with full moon sacrifice me to your Gods, so that they will be content and punish us no more with this endless circle of life. My little prince, my wicked thief, my heartle ss hunter. My soul, my soul, how much pain do you feel when you mix blood with desire, my heart, my life, I wish I could tell you that love you, but I keep it a secret from us both.