Track Insight / Lyrics
Through the frost bare branches reach to the sky
Beneath, a scavenger wanders, ears attuned to lie
Echoes of the hunt—footsteps, distant and faint
Dogs like him roam, driven by instinct and chance
Each scent on his path—new, old, or unknown
Taunting, promising, a trail to be shown
The pull of the quarry, the thrill of the chase
Drives him forward, his search, a winter race
In the frosty harvest, a hunter's nocturne
Moonlit silhouette, a lonely serenade
Through the orchard's twilight, his heart beats to the drum
Of the old ones calling, the living and the gone
He follows the whispers, the cold leads the way
To forgotten corners, where life lingers, in gray
Overgrown with time, the rows of fruit trees stand
Their stories in the ridges, etched by the land
In the silence, he hears the whispers of love
Echoes of laughter, the scent of apple above
A flood of memories born of warmth and light
Yearning to be close again, through the long winter's night
In the frosty harvest, a hunter's nocturne
Moonlit silhouette, a lonely serenade
Through the orchard's twilight, his heart beats to the drum
Of the old ones calling, the living and the gone
As the cold seeps deeper, into old bones and skin
He finds a hollowed oak, where warmth lingers within
The snug, if secret space, repurposed by him
A sanctuary from the chill, where dreams can dim
Frosty harvest shrouds the land in white
In this frozen night, he'll rest, yet still take flight
For when dawn breaks over the orchard's sleeping heart
He'll rise once more, driven apart,
By the ancient call that stirs, as the sun climbs high in the sky.
