The Ivory Hunt

​[Intro]
[A sharp, detuned medieval synth-harp riff begins, joined by a heavy, hollow wood-block pulse]

[Theromin solo]
[Haunting eerie female vocals]
​[Verse 1]
Silver hooves on the frozen ground
I’m the only one who makes a sound
The hunters wait with golden rope
To catch the ghost of every hope
I see the horn, a splintered moon
The forest hums a dying tune

​[Chorus]
Run, white fire, through the black
Don’t you look, don’t you look back
Pure as salt and cold as bone
The last of us is left alone

[Stomping drums enter: BOOM-clap, BOOM-BOOM-clap]

​[Verse 2]
I laid my head upon the moss
To count the gain and feel the loss
He came to me with velvet eyes
A thousand stars in a silk disguise
But the iron trap is hidden deep
In the secret world where the shadows sleep

​[Chorus]
Run, white fire, through the black
Don’t you look, don’t you look back
Pure as salt and cold as bone
The last of us is left alone

​[Bridge]
[Drums drop to a frantic marching snare]
The blood is gold upon the grass!
The winter mirror starts to glass!
He’s gone... he’s gone...
[A sudden, haunting wall of layered female harmonies]

[Theromin solo]

​[Outro]
Only a myth (In the dark)
Only a breath (In the park)
The Ivory Hunt...

[Fades with the sound of a single, echoing medieval synth-harp note]

Stomping floor tom percussion, medieval synth-harp, dark cinematic atmosphere, haunting vocal harmonies, 80s goth-folk