William Elliott Whitmore - Feast of a Thousand Beasts lyrics

Send me letters when you can And don't say nothing you don't mean We'll start out back where we began You come, when you come home promise me You cursed up a rainstorm When the woods were burning down And the fire is what keeps us warm When winter rolls around When winter rolls around We can't do this anymore We can't bring ourselves to change The hunters we once were And hunters we shall remain The human stories of ghostly tales Exhaled the smoke of a winter's cold On the day the last pine tree fell When you are souls for soul We can't do this anymore We can't bring ourselves to change The hunters we once were And hunters we shall remain The hunters we once were And hunters we shall remain