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
