Through the thick mist on the mountain ridge

A beautiful beast that stalks and prowls

The fiercest, strongest, and the most glorious  

If you listen carefully you can hear it growl

Chosun’s patient forests are empty, missing its king

Deer and boar graze gently without fear

Without the tiger’s spirit, Korea is in despair 

And its mountains shed a million tears

He hears the snapping snarl of the man-eater

Lurking in the bushes, loading a gun

Heart racing, hands shaking as he aims

Two golden eyes pierce his heart like a burning sun

Chosun’s patient forests are empty, missing its king

Deer and boar graze gently without fear

Without the tiger’s spirit, Korea is in despair 

And its mountains shed a million tears

Boom as the bullet rips the beast’s chest

Dark red blood soaks the soft fur

As it roars in agony and shock turning into a statue

It falls to its demise, its vision blurs