White peaks hide the heavy door
Ice is frozen on the floor
Mountain wind begins to moan
Deep inside this temple stone
Silver blade in the winter light
Polished clean for the coming fight
Hidden deep where the snowfall glows
Only the silent hunter knows
Ancient carvings on the wall
Watch the heavy snowflakes fall
He wipes away the crimson stain
Cleaning off the monster's pain
Silver blade in the winter light
Polished clean for the coming fight
Hidden deep where the snowfall glows
Only the silent hunter knows
Leather gloves and a steady hand
Far away from the living land
Cold air bites through the heavy wool
While the moon is round and full
Silver blade in the winter light
Polished clean for the coming fight
Hidden deep where the snowfall glows
Only the silent hunter knows
Iron locks on a rusted gate
Waiting for a certain fate
He checks the edge of the sharpened steel
Turning like a heavy wheel
Old roads lead to a lonely place
No one knows his weathered face
Just a coin for a job well done
Underneath a frozen sun
He packs the cloth in a leather bag
While the frozen banners sag
One last look at the altar blue
Before the winter morning dew
Silver blade in the winter light
Polished clean for the coming fight
Hidden deep where the snowfall glows
Only the silent hunter knows
Silver bright and the winter cold
A story that is never told
