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