Lindsay Phillips - Hellhound on Your Trail Lyrics

Deadwood, wreaths and knives
Bloodied tunics form a pile
Where you found God
Red wine mouth defines your smile
You follow beams of light
Through the black-woods of your mind
Don't tread so hard
Hellhound on your trail tonight

Don't fall behind, holy dancer
Don't fall for lies
Never cower
You ain't a child any longer
Don't fall behind

Through seven feet of snow
Rode nine dark horsemen on the moor
Fear stops your heart
There's a pounding at your door

Your hair hangs low
The north wind calls
Your cold blood pools
On the hard-wood floor