Death of a Deer
music and lyrics by
Riccardo Scivales

From the morning mist,
They came climbing the hill.   
They came with mighty weapons,
With the hounds, and all the rest.
I ran like the wind,
Fighting for my dream of life, 
Away from bullets and the nightmare barking!
When I died they said ‘bout me: 
“What a nice day, really cool!”









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