Winter leaves, and baring
trees in sight.
Holding back, the freezing cracks
take on the fight.

Run, running over time.
To take back what is mine.
Well Im not waiting to die.
Cross over the line.

Ahhh.

Moonlight glare, and cold night
air by the mountain side.
The creatures here, feel us near
and go out to hide.

Run, running over time.
To take back what is mine.
Well Im not waiting to die.
Cross over the line.

Well you say youre feeling worn.
If you leave then so will I.
I will follow from behind.

Run, running over time.
To take back what is mine.
Well Im not waiting to die.
Cross over the line.

Well you say youre feeling worn.
If you leave then so will I.
I will follow from behind.

Run, running over time.
To take back what is mine.
Well Im not waiting to die.
Cross over the line.