Besedila: Kamelot. One Of The Hunted.

I feel the distant stare
From the watching eye of the woodsman
Quivers of death await me here
I'm blind to their illusion, confusion

Fletching of fowl slips through the wind
Releasing their death with their fingers
Fate they lies on a tensel line
Must escape but there's nowhere to hide

Now exchanging roles
In this theater of ill humor
The understudy steals the stage
With his encore performance, encore performance

One of the hunted
The tables have turned
One of the hunted
There's nowhere to run

One of the hunted
The tables have turned
One of the hunted
There's nowhere to run

In the temples of nature I hear the laughter
Just another victim on this lonely trail
They show no emotion for this loss of life
It reminds me of myself not long ago

And the cries for life that I'd seem to ignore
This cries for life are now my very own

Feel the distant stare
From the watching eye of the woodsman
Quivers of death await me here
I'm blind to their illusion, confusion

One of the hunted
The tables have turned
One of the hunted
There's nowhere to run

One of the hunted
The tables have turned
One of the hunted
There's nowhere to run

One of the hunted
The tables have turned
One of the hunted
There's nowhere to run

One of the hunted
The tables have turned
One of the hunted
There's no, there's nowhere to run

One of the hunted, one of the hunted