The Gutted Stag Lyrics

The Gutted Stag still walks, he has lost all he had inside.

Staggering through the forest, his gallant nature hard to hide.

What sweet traveller will bless this beast with tenderness?

Tend to its wounds, sewing up its skin.

Watch where you tread, all this metaphor you will shed,

Now there's nothing more for you to dread, so much to endure within.

Don't put that poor beast on a pedestal, he may stumble.

It's such a long and lonely fall from a place that high,

Each thoughtful traverse is a step more further from the life it couldn't live.

Every endeavour panic and purpose in hostile flight,

Prolonging images showing through mirrors on the tension of the water's surface.

What sweet traveller will bless this beast with tenderness?

Tend to its wounds, sewing up its skin.

Watch where you tread, all this metaphor you will shed,

Now there's nothing more for you to dread, so much to endure.

Withering silhouette, the trees they slowly wept,

The graceful creature slept and dreamed peacefully of death.

Withering silhouette, the trees they slowly wept,

The graceful creature slept and dreamed peacefully of death.