He drew blood from this creature
This Lynx of high regard
Calls himself a hunting man
Already his soul scarred
A soul of instant loving
Higher than the sky
Beaten black and blue he was
The end game was no lie
Look into his eyes and cry
He drew blood from this creature
This Lynx of high regard
Calls himself a hunting man
Already his soul scarred
A soul of instant loving
Higher than the sky
Beaten black and blue he was
The end game was no lie
Look into his eyes and cry