[Verse 1]
Down in the shadow of the broken ridge
Where the cold winds claw the stone
A stranger’s cry cut the mountain night
And Jack went running alone
A lizard man with iron teeth
Had a traveler on the ground
Jack grabbed a rock and leapt the fight
While the dark woods roared around
[Pre-Chorus]
When the dust had settled in the moonlit black
The wounded man stood tall
[Chorus]
He said, “Jack, you fought where others ran
You stood when hope was gone
Take these boots of the Children of Light
Where the Wey Horses once rode on
They’ll lift you high like a thunder crack
And strike like a hundred mules”
So the dragons learned to fear the hills
And the legend of Jumping Jack
[Verse 2]
Now the Children of Light were dragon slayers
From the age of fire and sky
They rode their Wey Horses through storm and flame
Where the black-winged tyrants fly
But their days were gone like fading stars
And the dragons ruled the land
So Jack laced tight those magic boots
And war rose from his hands
[Chorus]
Thirty feet through the mountain air
Like a lightning bolt he’d strike
Wyverns fell from the burning sky
When Jack came crashing down from the heights
A hundred mules in a single kick
Sent lizard armies back
And the dragons cursed the mountain ghost
They called Jumping Jack
[Verse 3]
From a cave above the frozen cliffs
He waged a shadow war
Ambushed wings in the canyon winds
And kicked down fortress doors
The lizard hordes would hunt his trail
But the rocks would shake and crack
Then a thunder leap from the canyon walls
And death came down with Jack
[Bridge]
But victory whispers dangerous lies
To a hero’s growing pride
For the higher a man believes he stands
The steeper the fall inside
[Verse 4]
Far beyond the ash-black desert dunes
Where the ancient fires glow
Slept the Gnar dragon, old as time
On a mountain made of gold
Jack said, “I’ve broken wings and armies
What’s one old beast to me?”
So he crept through smoke and molten stone
For the greatest theft to be
[Final Chorus]
But the mountain shook with a thunder roar
And the fire split the black
No one saw the dragon rise
But no one saw Jumping Jack
The boots were never found again
Nor the thief who wore their track
Only scorched winds on the silent peaks
Still whisper Jumping Jack
[Outro]
So if you hear a thunder step
In the high and lonely pass
It might be just the mountain wind
Or the ghost of Jumping Jack.
ElCeviche
