Long Run the Fox

You want to offer me fear?

Brutal deeds and hungry eyes,

well, I've claws of my own.

I speak truth to might, I call to arms,

eyes aflame like embering stars,

and you would offer me fear?

Well, here's the measure of man,

righteous mind and a willing heart,

his unspoken vow,

for a father fails his guardianhood,

who leads his own son's hand to blood,

you better watch the treeline...

For I am peace and I am power,

I am faith and I am fire,

these are the roots of us.

So, like the first wing to the wind,

so, like passion through a beating heart,

King in The Copse,

long run the fox,

and long fly the lark.

I hear the rhythm over land,

riding hard on broken ground,

you want to hem me in.

Well, if you test my bark, you'll meet my bite,

and you can clip her wings, you'll never check her flight,

but you can know for sure...

So, you would offer me fear?

Blooded dogs and purebred curs,

and a faithless few.

Well, here and now, forevermore,

read the writing on the wall,

that I am the earth where I was born,

stand for all upon this soil,

and you would offer me fear?