The Hunter Poem by Per Johan Christian Ericsson

Watched you from a distance and all I can see
Feeding to survive.
Watch you still as you lay before me
See the fear in your eyes.
Now fighting to survive
Killing made an art
Rest in the heather

It´s over I have travelled the lands
Washing it out in the cold creek
Metallic smell of blood on my hands
See the fear in your eyes
A splatter left on my cheek
Killing made an art
Rest in the heather

In a split second in the end of the night
The birth of morning ends it all
I have lingered for the light
See the fear in your eyes
I can see you fall
Killing made an art
Rest in the heather

Your eyes are fading to grey
Body runs cold
Your soul is fighting to stay.
See the fear in your eyes
You will never be old
Killing made an art
Rest in the heather

You where the final kill
My hands hold your broken heart
In the heather rest you will
I thank you for killing made an art
Rest in the heather