March of the Hounds (Part I)

It's the march of the hounds
When will it end?
What is lost shall surely be found
But when will it end?

Run my darling run, we're
headed to the setting sun
This comes as no surprise, to
those who sing dark lullabies
That the hounds are let loose,
set to obscure the truth
So run my darling run, the
march has begun

Through the rain and wind,
this tale will begin
By the rhythm of the drums,
rising strength comes
But if the hounds return
home, would you be found alone
So run my darling run, before
the battle is come

By Pete Scopes