I’m hunting my world, til I stand still
For recalling the day, for reclaiming a breath
I’m hunting myself, til I stand still
To remind me of life and to steal me a word
And I call the tempest, the deep and honest, to lead me back
And I call the tempest, the circling conquest, to blur the track
I’m hunting my world, til I stand still
For objecting the skies, for regaining a state
I’m hunting myself, til I stand still
To spit ruth in a face and to burn the remains
And I call the tempest, the brawling harvest, to reap a dread
And I call the tempest, the riot in my chest, to clean a head
And I am hunting…
I’m hunting my world, til I stand still
For renouncing a shape, for returning a rage
I’m hunting myself, til worlds stand still
To get taste of a will and to break all the shells
And I call the tempest…