Tis truth I speak of which I know, said the hunter to his lady fair
The sands of time are ebbing now and all is still, the sound is rare
Don\'t talk so ill said his lady, tis fever on your brow which pains
While she sat and saw the white owl stare, it\'s eyes forever watchful reigns
The fever broke but still he ranted, prepare thyself we must take stock
While the shadows led a merry dance and the echoes they did hide and mock
There is no time for we must go or the Queen will make a suit of chains
While she sat and saw the white owl stare, it\'s eyes forever watchful reigns
They left that night without a trace, weeping souls across the moon gave chase
Fear not said he for I am near, but worry etched her mind and face
We\'ve done no wrong why run in fear? We do not have ill-gotten gains
While she sat and saw the white owl stare, it\'s eyes forever watchful reigns
Some will say they saved each other but some will say they disobeyed
Look behind you in the shadows, forever on the true crusade
The laws of Man but not of Gods which path of choice, which one remains?
While you sit and see the white owl stare, it\'s eyes forever watchful reigns
