The Mask Of Herne şarkı sözleri

Leader of the wild hunt, favorite of the King Keeper of the ancient park and all it's living things Then one day a tragedy brought him to his knees But alchemy was passing by, and saved him in the breeze Keeper of the ancient Park, keeper of the ancient park A carved stone like animal bone was found where the hunter lay A man's face with antlered grace did succumb to decay His frightful horn and wooden bow was not enough for him He found solace in age old Oak, hanging from his deep red cloak Hanging from his deep red cloak The twisted wood of the winter tree The triple moon shines down on me Reflections cast tells of tales past Oh that winter tree