The Hunted

They come with bows and arrows
 They come with their swords drawn
 They come with pistols at their sides
 And torches lit with fire
 They're stormin' every castle
 Hoping to steal our gold
 Envious of the way
 We have what they can never hold
 We are the hunted
 We are the chosen ones
 We are the wanted
 We are what they can't touch
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 They stand with shaking fingers
 They come with holy books
 We stand in eyes of hurricanes
 Untouched by battle
 They are the coming darkness
 We are the lightning strike
 We are the love that burns the sky
 And fills your eyes with fire
 We are the hunted
 We are the chosen ones
 We are the wanted
 We are the burning sun
 We are the hunted
 We are the chosen ones
 We are the wanted
 We are what they can't touch
 We are the dream that you have when you sleep
 That stays when you wake and turns all your colours grey
 We are the need when it shows through the face
 With the empty eyes looking for grey skies
 We are the hunted
 We are the chosen ones
 We are the wanted
 We are the burning sun
 We are the hunted
 We are the chosen ones
 We are the wanted
 We are what they can't touch