The Hunted

They come with bows and arrows
They come with their swords drawn
They come with pistols at their sides
And torches lit with fire

They're stormin' every castle
Hoping to steal our gold
Envious of the way
We have what they can never hold

We are the hunted
We are the chosen ones
We are the wanted
We are what they can't touch

They stand with shaking fingers
They come with holy books
We stand in eyes of hurricanes
Untouched by battle

They are the coming darkness
We are the lightning strike
We are the love that burns the sky
And fills your eyes with fire

We are the hunted
We are the chosen ones
We are the wanted
We are the burning Sun

We are the hunted
We are the chosen ones
We are the wanted
We are what they can't touch

We are the dream that you have when you sleep
That stays when you wake and turns all your colours grey

We are the need when it shows through the face
With the empty eyes looking for grey skies

We are the hunted
We are the chosen ones
We are the wanted
We are the burning Sun

We are the hunted
We are the chosen ones
We are the wanted
We are what they can't touch