The Fox - Graveyard

Looking out through ice-cold eyes

Anxious waiting while the moon starts to rise

Shadows growing

He’s getting by taking lives

And through the loss of other kinds

Just taking all he can find and never spare anyone

No excuses

Cleaning yesterday’s blood

Remains from the corps in the mud

Evading the setting sun

Sufficiently but never enough

Even with his final breath

He’ll chase one last death

His rusty suit is showing cracks

Just like his broken shield of ideals

Memory’s fading

Missing the time he was the one

He turns his back and starts to run

Evading the setting sun

Sufficiently but never enough

Even with his final breath

He’ll chase one last death

Sufficiently but never enough

Even with his final breath

He’ll chase one last death