The Hunter & The Cave Bear

Verse I

In the frost-bitten dawn of a dying year,

Where the wind howls through ancient pines,

A lone hunter walks with a flint-shaped spear,

Chasing mammoths, chasing signs.

But the world goes still, the birds disappear,

From a shadow-split cave comes a roar,

A starving cave bear crawls into view,

Hungry eyes locked on what he saw.

Pre-Chorus

Ribs like broken branches, breath a furnace flame,

The hunter feels that ancient pull again,

Fear in his blood, fire in his veins,

Here I go again.

Chorus

Here I go again, on my own,

Two hungers clash where the wild winds moan.

One fights for tomorrow, one fights to survive,

In the cradle of the world, where no gods are alive.

Here I go again, through the ice and the pain,

A hunter and a cave bear dancing in the flame.

And the mountains hold their breath, watching two worlds collide,

Here I go… again.

Verse II

The bear strikes hard with a thunder-claw,

Splitting the ice beneath his feet.

He rolls fast, bone knife drawn,

Heart pounding that primal beat.

He hears his mother’s voice in the storm,

“Stand firm when the darkness calls,”

So he plants his boots in the frozen ground,

And he refuses to fall.

Pre-Chorus II

The beast rears up like a mountain waking,

Roar shaking stone and bone,

But the hunter’s eyes burn ember-bright,

He’s not dying alone.

Chorus

Here I go again, on my own,

Two hungers clash where the wild winds moan.

One fights for tomorrow, one fights to survive,

In the cradle of the world, where no gods are alive.

Here I go again, through the ice and the pain,

A hunter and a cave bear dancing in the flame.

And the mountains hold their breath, watching two worlds collide,

Here I go… again.

Bridge

Blood on the snow… steam in the air…

The world was young and it did not care.

But legends are born from the wounds we wear,

And fire is sparked from a single prayer.

Final Chorus (Bigger, soaring)

And when the storm clouds finally parted,

Only one shadow stood in the light.

A hunter trembling, blood-stained, breathing,

A survivor of the endless night.

The mountains break their silence at last,

Winter winds carry his name,

A man who faced the hunger of the dark…

Will never walk the same.