Hunt the White Stag Video (MV)

Past the mountains of mist and the silver-grey lochs
Through bracken and heather, past sullen grey rocks
They hunt the white stag on the craggy high tops
But all they can hear is the wind

Through deep hidden glens with inky-blue shadows
Round peat bog and moorland, past woodland and meadow
They hunt the white stag with sword and with arrow
But all they can hear is the wind... the wind, the wind
The sorrowing sigh of the wind

Call out ye hounds and call ye hunters
Call the chase again
The sound of the drums makes thunder, thunder
Pulsing through my brain
We chased the stag to the morning star
We ran him near and we ran him far
And though we ran him over, under
He will not be slain

From the world beyond... the gods sent the stag as their messenger
Warning they'll be gone... if we don't put our greed aside

From the land of shades... the gods sent the stag as their messenger
Warning that we'll fail... if we don't mend our foolish pride
Chase the goodly prize... feast your greedy eyes
On the futile quest within your sight
Nature has the might... but we are never on her side

Call out ye hounds and call ye hunters
Call the chase again
The sound of the drums makes thunder, thunder
Pulsing through my brain
We chased the stag to the morning star
We ran him near and we ran him far
And though we ran him over, under
He will not be slain

Call out ye hounds and call ye hunters
Call the chase again
The sound of the drums makes thunder, thunder
Pulsing through my brain
We chased the stag to the morning star
We ran him near and we ran him far
And though we ran him over, under
He will not be slain