Guardian of the Hunt

Unspoken words, mysteries of the mind

Ancient fantasy these dreams never die

Forest, you are the guardian of the hunt

Powder, wood and steel can never rust

He waits for me, fills my dreams

Ancient way of life, that will always be

Forest, you are the guardian of the hunt

Arrowhead of stone, won't turn to dust

Eternal wait and now I see, now I see

Ancient prophecies are part of me

Forest, you are the guardian of the hunt

Powder, wood and steel can never rust

Eternal wait and now I see

Ancient prophecies are part of me

Forest, you are the guardian of the hunt

Powder, wood and steel can never rust