Death of The Tiger

Underneath a wind torn sky
Silent as the hunter's moon I chase
I am the guardian
I am the God of this place

I am the silent death
Golden eyes and burning breath I take
While the jungle shakes and sighs
In my wake

Taken down by men with guns
I tore their nets I bloodied some
I am war
But the cowards came in numbers
All the more

Anger as I walk this cage
Six by six, a prison stage
Can you see my ageless eyes?
This is not my place

Now I jump through fire
And I suffer through your tricks
I bear the sting of your laughter
And the marks of your whips

Bury me upon a mountain high
Sing to me a song of open skies

Can you tell where I'll go
When I can't jump or move too slow
I am the killer
Turned to prey
Death is mine when I slowly fade away

Prison life is prison life
On four legs or two
What will become of me
When you're no longer amused?

Bury me upon a mountain high

Sing to me a song of open skies
Bury me upon a mountain high

Bury me upon a mountain high
Sing to me a song of open skies
Bury me, bury me upon a mountain high
Sing for me
Sing for me songs of open skies