Its the sad story
About a dear and a man.
A romantic scene,
From a lullaby,
In a clearing green
Where his eyes met mine.
I was froze in motion,
Oh, his bow was raised,
Then the fleeting notion-
That my life hed save.
But I saw it coming,
Flying through the air,
Feathered backside humming,
Missed me-hit me-Where?
Where it will only hurt me,
Not a mortal wound,
Leave me lying dirty-
Someone would find me soon.
I have never
Felt like this before,
Felt my body sinking
To the grassy floor.
No, I have never
Known a love like this-
Felt the flaming arrows
Of the Hunters Kiss.
My life is not mine,
Like a dog or a wife.
He has taken his time,
He has taken my life.
I could see the steaming
Of his cloudy breath.
No I was not dreaming,
I was next to Death.
As I lay there twitching,
Then my legs were tied,
There was nothing missing
On the day I died.
I have never
Felt like this before,
Felt my body sinking
To the grassy floor.
No, I have never
Known a love like this-
Felt the flaming arrows
Of the Hunters Kiss.
I have never
Felt like this before,
Felt my body sinking
To the grassy floor.
No, I have never
Known a love like this-
Felt the flaming arrows
Of the Hunters Ki-ki-kiss.