I feel the distant stare of a watching eye
Of the woodsman
Quivers of death await me here
I'm blind to their illusion - confusion

Fletching of fowl slips through the wind
Releasing their death with their fingers
My fate lies on a tensel line
I must escape but there's nowhere to hide

The now exchanging roles
In this theater of ill humor
The understudy steals the stage
With his encore performance
Encore performance

One of the hunted
The tables have turned
One of the hunted
There's nowhere to run
One of the hunted
The tables have turned
One of the hunted
There's nowhere to run

From the temples of nature
I hear the laughter
Just another victim
On this lonely trail
They show no emotionor
For this loss of life
It reminds me of myself
Not long ago
And the cries for life
That I'd seem to ignore
These cries for life
Are now my very own
Feel the distant stare from the watching eye
Of the woodsman
Quivers of death await me here
I'm blind to their illusion - confusion

One of the hunted
The tables have turned
One of the hunted
There's nowhere to run
One of the hunted
The tables have turned
One of the hunted
There's nowhere to run

One of the hunted
The tables have turned
One of the hunted
There's nowhere to run
One of the hunted
The tables have turned
One of the hunted
There's no, there's nowhere to run
One of the hunted
One of the hunted
Nowhere to run