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