The Unknown
They ran swiftly through the brush
Chasing something of the unknown
Unknown is what they hunt
Unknown is what they kill
They stood, awaiting
Awaiting in the scattered, rotting leaves
Awaiting the unknown
Unknown is what they hunt
Unknown is what they kill
They see things we could never
They protect us from the unknown
Unknown is what they hunt
Unknown is what they kill
They run in the dark
Chasing the unknown
Until they catch it
For I know
Unknown is what they hunt
Unknown is what they kill
