[Verse 1]🐰 Red earth, red clay, where the roots run deep A shadow moves while the village sleeps Not of the wool, nor the hearth, nor the plow With a coat of crimson on a low-hung bough Dipped in the berry, dipped in the vein Running through the thistle and the autumn rain Two long ears catching whispers in the wind Where the mortal ends and the wild begins [Chorus]🦴 Breathe in the moss, tread on the thread Follow the trail of the Rabbit in Red Shapeshifter, night-runner, bound to the bone Stepping through the circle where the seeds were sown By the blood of the berry and the rust of the blade Bow to the master of the silent glade! ...Of the silent glade! [Verse 2]🐇 She wore the pelts when the winter came cold A secret that the grandmother’s grandmother told: “To run like the wind, put the red cloak on, Be a hare in the heather 'til the break of dawn.” Now the hounds are crying on the distant hill But the red coat flashes and the woods grow still Leaping over iron, slipping through the thorn Biting at the hem of the breaking morn [Chorus]🧵🪡 Breathe in the moss, tread on the thread Follow the trail of the Rabbit in Red Shapeshifter, night-runner, bound to the bone Stepping through the circle where the seeds were sown By the blood of the berry and the rust of the blade Bow to the master of the silent glade! [Bridge]🌾 [Rhythmic, low pagan chant] Thorn and ash, bone and clay Cast the skin of yesterday Four quick paws on the crimson snow Where the hunters dare not go Red in the eye, red in the sun The hunter is hunted, the spell is undone! [Bone flute & guitar solo] [Chorus]🗡️ Breathe in the moss, tread on the thread Follow the trail of the Rabbit in Red Shapeshifter, night-runner, bound to the bone Stepping through the circle where the seeds were sown By the blood of the berry and the rust of the blade Bow to the master of the silent glade! [Outro]🐾 Hops on the altar, leaves a red imprint... A flicker in the brush and the amber glint Is it fur? Is it fire? Is it flesh and thread? Gone into the deep with the Rabbit in Red [Soft whispers fading into bone flutes and drumbeats] Rabbit in Red... Run, run, run... © 2026 Groovy Monster. All rights reserved.
