as I drive hell bent 'neath the sickle moon
scattering leaves in blood red hues
what tension shot me down this road
hell bent so far that I almost broke

I had once in mind to drag my bow
after hart and hind and stag and roe
if the shaft proved straight and my aim proved true
I would bring it all back home for you

(chorus:)
this arrow was my only weapon
this arrow guarded me quite well
this arrow held no earthly tether
no angel feather on a bat out of hell

and with focus narrowed down to will
and eyes cross-hatched against the kill
there are no sins I will atone
for muscle, sinew, gristle and bone

(repeat chorus)

and I rode and rode as clouds flew past
with six white horses all lathered and fast
my scars and marks have now worn smooth
for I am this arrow and it came for you