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Faceless one blended into the nature of the forest

Hunters ground embraced by the thrill of the kill

Daybreak reveals the tracks of the meek prey

From these woods he calls to the provisions.

Concentration wins the day, provision complete

Grasp the weapons blessed from the forefather

Storm of crows death is calling upon the prey

Audience of vultures cast upon the wood

Red paint horizon, blood marks the trail

Carcass levied to the caregiver, we survive

Pulse pounding, breath runs ragged

The great antler of the forest runner has fallen

Rain of a single arrow whisps through the air

Eye meets the eye, of the predatory one

Red paint horizon, blood marks the trail

Carcass levied to the caregiver, we survive

Oh surge of ancient instinct primal scream of power I consume

Oh the power of the everlasting hunt calls to us forever