Lyrics
He leaves the dragon den to walk alone,
A fifteen-year-old hunter far from home.
He carries glowing daggers, green and blue,
And holds a shadow-bow to see him through.
He hears a sudden breaking in the wood,
Where five great feral bears together stood.
They close upon a ghostly, cornered cat,
With teeth of ruin meant to lay it flat.
The hunter does not wait to watch it die,
He lets a silent, shadowed arrow fly.
Phantom tiger striped in violet hue,
The shadow-bow is drawn to fight for you.
Against the heavy beasts that block the way,
A sudden friend is joining him today.
Three whispering dark arrows leave the string,
Three feral bears fall dead within the ring.
He leaps to meet the fourth with flashing light,
And lets the tiger win the final fight.
The battle ends, the heavy forest stills,
The boy's hands shake upon the silent hills.
He puts the glowing water-blade away,
The patient tiger's eyes tell him to stay.
The First still holds within his mountain hall,
But here a deeper quiet seems to fall.
They walk into the misty, silver gray,
Two silent partners on a lonely way.
The hunter does not wait to watch it die,
He lets a silent, shadowed arrow fly.
Phantom tiger striped in violet hue,
The shadow-bow is drawn to fight for you.
Against the heavy beasts that block the way,
A sudden friend is joining him today.
Into the mist they fade without a sound,
Phantom tiger, where a friend is found.