Story Behind The Song
Written from the warped perception of the fugitive (Eric Rudolph)about his ability to out-wit the FBI who are on a massive manhunt for him in Nantalhala National Forest.
Song Description
Fugitive (Eric Rudoph, Olympic City bomber) on the run from the FBI; hiding in Nantahala National Forest.
| Song Length |
4:29 |
Genre |
Rock - Classic, Rock - Progressive Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Anxious, Aggressive |
Subject |
Prisoner, Judgement |
| Similar Artists |
Emerson, Lake And Palmer, Fleetwood Mac |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Shine, all Your light around me.
Breathe on the lake.
Here, summit forests shade me,
Dweller of the caves.
Terrorist of the city,
I walked alone.
A fear to the reapers,
Of the seeds that had been sown.
Stalked by man and beast,
And soon by winter's wrath,
I roam when I hear footsteps,
Creep along my path.
I am the prey of Nantahala Lake.
I am the prey of Nantahala Lake.
Stars, by the billions gleaming.
Heaven lights my way.
Trials, of survival training, versus
Agents and Beret.
In this wilderness of plenty,
I'm a thief in the night.
Filled with the thrill of fear,
Will I flee or fight?
Combing through a sea of trees,
Am I near or far?
With scent and sight, they cannot find me,
'Cause I know where they are.
With a thousand eyes,
They search in vain.
For the prey of Nantahala Lake.
I am the prey of Nantahala Lake.
I am the prey of Nantahala Lake.
In the land, of the midday sunrise,
The "Trail of Tears" will turn,
When, they grow tired of waiting,
I will return.
Terrorist of the city,
Though I'll stalk alone,
A brother's hand falls to prove,
The believer's camp has grown.
Legend says they'll realize,
When they fall upon the stone.
When the innocent are forced to pay,
Generations are never known