The eyes in the dark wood The eyes in the dark wood A flicker, a shimmer, a glint where they stood The eyes in the dark wood The breath in the black brush The breath in the black brush A rustle, a crackle, a hush after hush The breath in the black brush Dead fox Dead fox The hounds draw near The end is here Dead fox Dead fox My little feet can run so fast Through root and stone, through reed and grass I slip through the briar, the bramble, the thorn But every trail I take comes torn They are hunting me I know the sound They circle high They sweep the ground They are hunting me Through ash and frost And every mile I gain is lost Dead fox Dead fox The hounds draw near The end is here Dead fox Dead fox I hear them breathing beyond the trees A low, slow growl on the midnight breeze A scrape and a shake in the barren limbs The forest itself starts singing with them The dark moves first The shapes move next A shadow stretched across my steps The dark moves first I feel it crawl Across the bark Across it all Dead fox Dead fox The hounds draw near The end is here Dead fox Dead fox Clever little fox Keep your head low Through the hollow Through the snow Clever little fox You know the game But every path Returns the same No den deep enough No field wide enough No river cold enough No dawn bright enough Now the moon hangs thin as a hunter's blade Silver on the tracks that my paws have made Every leap grows shorter Every breath grows hard And the dark keeps pace Through the yard by yard The eyes in the dark wood Closer than before The breath in the black brush Outside my door The hounds are upon me Their voices rise A storm of teeth Behind their eyes Dead fox Dead fox The hounds draw near The end is here Dead fox Dead fox The dark has won The hunt is done Dead fox Dead fox Dead fox
