Actaea and Lyssa

Breathe in the air
The last of its kind
Feel the sun on your skin
Let it sink in
We don't have much time

Into the wild
We'll bring something back
Something real
This is our chance

Sister, I'm scared
It's Olympian land we roam
Their rage is well known
But we don't hunt alone
Beside you, I stand

Into the wild
Stay true of aim
Beat the hunter
At her own game

We chanced on a glade
And there in the shade she stood
With beautiful eyes
And beautiful hair
We we ensnared

Watching her bathing
We could not look away
If you saw her
You'd be the same

Fawning, panting
Wondering when this will end
Starving, hunting
Can't tell my prey from my friend

Fawning, panting
Wondering when this will end
Starving, hunting
Can't tell my prey from my friend

Fawning, panting
Wondering when this will end
Sister don't you know me?
Sister don't you know me?
Don't you know me?
Tearing, rending
Feasting, hunting

Sister don't you know me?
Sister don't you know me?
Don't you know me?
Tearing, rending
Feasting, hunting