Hunting from Hunting by Jennifer Eberhardt

We are hunting in the north,
the hare is dancing in the field,
trust your feet,
stay close to me.

We go deep inside the woods,
the hare is resting in the field,
move faster now,
the light starts fading.

We are deep inside the woods,
twilight covers our trail,
slow down, I hear the nightbirds,
I hear the nightbirds moving closer.

We were hiding in the trees,
where they broke my bones,
and they broke your heart.

We are hiding in the trees,
the nightbirds speak through cunning beaks,
and I see you falling,
and I see you falling.

I close my eyes,
the trees, they shiver in the dark,
and I see you falling,
and I see you turning,
here in the woods,
where we are hunting,
where we are hunting.

Are you afraid of the dark?
Here in the woods,
where we are hunting.

I am afraid of the dark,
here in the woods.

• Experimental
• contemporary
• drone
• electroacoustic
• experimental electronic
• soundscape
• Berlin