Shape the fantasy, retell the story
of a fair creature who walks no more
on wild hills and moorland we search for the echoes
and retrace the footsteps that are long gone

With brooding heart and mind with cold man's dark scheming
they thought to win the prize of the spiral horn
lost beyond all time lost beyond all dreaming
tales are all we have of the gentle unicorn

Beast of mystery there in your woodland
none can tame your heart nor own your soul
swift of foot stay ahead of the hunters
for they seek your precious horn

The men of dark ages searched for a cure
to save them from poison to keep them from harm
upon your brow mother nature has laid it
but the hunter's dart will bring you down

Fair fair unicorn you we remember
in shadowed woods and crystal streams
standing alone in the forest of twilight
forever there you'll haunt our dreams

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