Stalking the hunter
Raise the bow higher
Dark is the water
Ice on the fire
Your love is ritual
A ghost of the physical
Your love is ritual
A ghost of the physical
Brought to the altar
Draped in water
Raise your hands higher
Touched by the fire
Shot by the bow
Sharp is the arrow
Your love is ritual
A ghost of the physical
Your love is ritual
A ghost of the physical
Like you’re hunting something
That can’t outrun you
Like you’re hunting something
That can’t outgun you