One About to Fall

The heavy mist is on the trees Hangin' in the mornin' sky Through which we run, not only I But those who follow in my steps Across the frozen winter ground The echo of their clarion sound Is deafenin' my ears The quickened pulse and gaspin' breath Are mine amid the growin' din My blood is pure adrenalin My senses heighten, hear the call Across the day the hunter moves As close behind the flailing hooves Still thunder in my wake And so it is these towerin' trees That stand aloft, aloof and tall Salute the one about to fall The mist is growin' colder now The runnin' eyes and gaspin' breath Are quickened in the jaws of death That slaver as they bay And carry me away