The Tale Of The Foxes Three (A T.I.V. Original remaster)

[So begins the tale of our foxes three.] [Violin Intro[ First in our woods came the Watcher, Guardian of the dead, With a cole black coat and silver gaze, oldest of the three is he, Next a vixen named Silver made this wood her home, She and the Watcher together, forever will roam. Two fated mates of magic, fur, and bone. The Watcher loves his silver queen for a magical Seer is she, One golden eye sees the present, the other visions, of what is yet to be. [Instrumental] Last to our woods came the Trickster, Brother of the Watcher is he A fox with a red coat of flame. Once burned in a fire and thus earned his name. AshTail once was laughing and kind ,Before the flames scorched his fur and grief stole his mind. Now, when a blaze in the forest is soon to be, A warning, will this half-mad Trickster , surely give to thee. So, Rangers of the woods, those who wear their talismans with pride, listen well. For their voices carry warnings for all those who here dwell. The Seeker, the Watcher and the Trickster your step will they guide. But if you don’t heed their warnings In your dreams where they hide. Your own doom you may find, In this the forest realm of The Seer, The Watcher The Trickster and Thee,