Son Of The Hunter

I never had a soul despite what my eyes told

I lost it in the angels war of old

My eyes are black as space and in them you won't find a trace

Of anything but raw passion and pain

I never took your soul despite what you've been sold

When our eyes met your heart was black as coal

If anything was done, well, maybe I just gave you one

And now my ghost wanes in New England's sun

I can't see where I'm heading

I lost track of where I've been

I stare through rain-soaked windows

Before an empty glass of gin

I turn from my reflection

I can't gaze upon the dead

I'm scared of where I'm heading

I lost faith in where I've been

I'm ever hunting souls despite what deaths unfold

Until the day my eyes forever close

To set my conscious free, To find what's whole in me

To wander spaces deep infinite sea

I'll be hunting darkness down

And from it I will cut a shroud

I'll drape it over all around here

I'll force it deep inside the ground

All love is dead and won't be found

You won't be seeing me around here anymore