Arrow of the Wild

[Verse 1]
Boot prints fade in the pine-soft ground
Quiet steps, heart steady, eyes proud
Feathered shafts ride easy on his back
Breath on the string, never looks back
[Chorus]
He is the arrow of the wild
Sky-drawn line, running free like a child
When the world shakes, when the wolves cry
He pulls, he aims, he lets hope fly
He is the arrow of the wild
[Verse 2]
Wind speaks low, brushing past his cheek
One slow blink, that’s the only speech
Every shadow knows his steady hand
Guard of the lost, watcher of the land
[Chorus]
He is the arrow of the wild
Sky-drawn line, running free like a child
When the world shakes, when the wolves cry
He pulls, he aims, he lets hope fly
He is the arrow of the wild

Epic folk-rock with male vocals; acoustic guitar and floor toms in the verses building into a soaring, drum-heavy chorus with gang shouts. Low fiddle drones and airy whistles add a wandering-hero feel. Final chorus stacks harmonies and a triumphant brass swell for a cinematic lift.