Portent of things that may yet be
Foretold by this noble beast
The white stag he roams the land
From beyond the world of man
In the woodlands in the glades
In the morning's misty haze
You may catch a glimpse of him
And your pursuit will begin
Follow the hart the wondrous white stag
Follow his trail but hunt the beast not
He knows the path to knowledge and wisdom
He is the prize but he never will be caught
By the gods he has been blessed
To reveal your noble quest
Brings a message from beyond
As you pursuit spurs you on
As a hunter on his trail
Know your hunt will only fail
Running wild and running free
He reveals your destiny
Follow the hart the wondrous white stag
Follow his trail but hunt the beast not
He knows the path to knowledge and wisdom
He is the prize but he never will be caught