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There is a lonely hunter: he's tall, and young, and brave. I hear his steps come closer, in time from far away. I see, I hear you hunter, you're lost and I'm astray.

There is a lonely hunter: he's searching for his prey. A deer without her mother cries for another day. I see, I feel you hunter, yet I am here to stay.

I sing to God, I beg to The... He needs his catch, to have a feast... And I sing to God, I plead to The... I cry to live, I'm on my knees...

I pray to God, have him some mercy, I'm not here to fight, nor to flee... My biggest battle is within me.

I fell for my own hunter. I'd trust him in my sleep, but as ruthless as the winter, he stuck the knife in me. I stayed to make him better, but I was not to keep.

I'm left by my own hunter, when love I tried to teach. But a hunter is a hunter, you cannot change or breach. There are more loot and reindeer in the forest left to reach.

I see him now, he sees me leave. I fell in love, he fell to greed. I sing to God, I pray to The... He shuts his eyes and counts to three...

I feel the blood, dripping from inside me. Don't go picking from the Apple Tree. No forest is safe no more for me.