Verse 1

We ride past the gates where the red names gather

Steel at our backs and the wind turned bad

You take the ridge, I cut through the heather

One clean signal and we spring the trap

Pre-Chorus

Hold your ground, keep your eyes ahead

When they turn, we’re already there

Chorus

Run if you want, we’re closing in

Through the wilds where the hunt begins

Side by side, we claim the fight

Your next mistake is our green light

Verse 2

A flash on the map, then the path goes quiet

Boots in the brush, no turning back

You draw their fire, I break their line