The Fox
Truls Mörck, Oskar Bergenheim, Jonatan Ramm, Joakim Nilsson
Looking out through ice cold eyes
Anxious waiting while the moon starts to rise
Shadows growing
He's getting by taking lives
And through the loss of other kinds
Just taking all he can find and never spare anyone
No excuses
Cleaning yesterday's blood
Remains from the corps in the mud
Evading the setting sun
Sufficiently but never enough
Even with his final breath
He'll chase one last death
His rusty suit is showing cracks
Just like his broken shield of ideals
Memory's fading
Missing the time he was the one
He turns his back and starts to run
Evading the setting sun
Sufficiently but never enough
Even with his final breath
He'll chase one last death
Sufficiently but never enough
Even with his final breath
He'll chase one last death