Alone Alive II

Mud remembers every footstep I have taken, Cypress roots like fingers keep my fury unshaken. A promise carved in bark and bone, I walk the night, but not alone. The bayou wind carries a whispering prayer Let the guilty feel the hunter in the air. Lanterns flicker on abandoned doors, Thunder rattles through the forest floors. Shadows bow as I pass by, Owls scream warnings in the sky. The water ripples with a trembling dread The hunt begins; the living flee the dead. Every hurt, every scream, every scar I bear, Becomes the strength that drags me through despair. Through the swamp I’m marching unbroken, alive, Every heartbeat pounding, I survive, I survive. Moss hangs heavy like a crown of rot, I feel everything ... and forget nothing I’ve got. Alive… but burning with a fire unquenched. Branches claw but I don’t bleed, Not from wounds the living heed. The bayou bends beneath my tread, A ghost of fury, living and dead. No prayer will save the hunted soul Tonight the night itself takes control. Every fog bank hides a plea, Every ripple holds a memory. The guilty tremble as I draw close, For they know the end they chose. The river turns black beneath the moon Justice is coming soon. I won’t stop, I won’t tire, I won’t fall apart My footsteps echo from a haunted heart. Through the swamp I’m marching unbroken, alive, Every heartbeat pounding, I survive, I survive. Moss hangs heavy like a crown of rot, I feel everything ... and forget nothing I’ve got. Alive… but burning with a fire unquenched. The trees lean in to listen, the water holds its breath, The swamp itself becomes the judge of life and death. Lightning crowns the sky, the drums begin to rise The night, the hunt, the vengeance… all alive. Fireflies flicker like judgment sparks, Leading the way through the ancient dark. Roots shift under my bare feet, Like spirits guiding the last retreat. Here I walk with power earned Every lesson pain has burned. Now the swamp is still, the fury sleeps inside But the heart that hunted has nowhere left to hide. So through the swamp I’m marching unbroken, alive, Every heartbeat pounding, I survive, I survive. Moss hangs heavy like a crown of rot, I feel everything ... and forget nothing I’ve got. Alive… but burning with a fire unquenched. The water shivers, the moon sinks low, The river slows where the wrongdoers go. Their shadows flinch at every sound, Nowhere to run in this cursed ground. The night itself becomes the blade And every price unpaid is paid. Their screams are scattered by the wind, The swamp erases all who sinned. Silence settles like a prayer, The world remembers none were spared. I stand with the bayou beneath my feet Justice delivered, vengeance complete. Now the swamp is still, the fury sleeps inside But the heart that hunted has nowhere left to hide. Through the swamp I’m marching unbroken, alive, Every heartbeat pounding, I survive, I survive. Moss hangs heavy like a crown of rot, I feel everything ... and forget nothing I’ve got. Alive… but burning with a fire unquenched.