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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