The Gutted Stag still walks, he has lost all he had inside
Staggering through the forest, his gallant nature hard to hide
What sweet traveller will bless this beast with tenderness?
Tend to its wounds, sewing up its skin
Watch where you tread, all this metaphor you will shed
Now there's nothing more for you to dread, so much to endure within
Don't put that poor beast on a pedestal, he may stumble
It’s such a long and lonely fall from a place that high
Each thoughtful traverse is a step more further from thе life it couldn't live
Every еndeavour panic and purpose in hostile flight
Prolonging images showing through mirrors on the tension of the water's surface
What sweet traveller will bless this beast with tenderness?
Tend to its wounds, sewing up its skin
Watch where you tread, all this metaphor you will shed
Now there's nothing more for you to dread, so much to endure
Withering silhouette, the trees they slowly wept
The graceful creature slept and dreamed peacefully of death
Withering silhouette, the trees they slowly wept
The graceful creature slept and dreamed peacefully of death