Under the Hunter's Blade

Deep in the forest at twilight A new kind of meaning is born Sharpen your senses and arrows A Kill to be rightfully worn Shadows are cast in the moonlight And silence befalls the land Desperate for blood and sacrifice To snatch life from All-Mother's hand Wander and drift through the branches and leaves Tread like the wind blowing flowers and trees Hunt your demise with the blade as your eyes Bleed your disdain as serenity dies No footsteps signal the coming of Death Freezing my body and chilling my breath Head to the north with the stars as his guide Seeking a point where the spirits collide I will return to the mountain To take what is mine I will reclaim my vacant throne With fire divine My eye sees a flickering shadow And movement beyond in the brush Slowly approaching my prey and his life To end by my swift vacant thrust This blade of mine and this fire divine Will test me until I ascend Battered and beaten and fallen to ash I break and my spirit will bend The moonlight lights my pathway And sends for a beckoning cry The reaper has come to collect once again And treasure the life that will die I have returned to the mountain To take what is mine I will reclaim my vacant throne With fire divine This final chapter of a life Still broken and shattered Will find a meaning cloaked in darkness To chase what has mattered Beckoning darkness My prey now abides Quickly transcending With a stroke of my impudence It dies The river of life from the neck wound Flows steadily over my hands And covers me now in the essence Like oceans wash over the sands I have returned to the mountain To take what is mine I have reclaimed my vacant throne With fire divine This final chapter of a life Still broken and shattered Will find a meaning cloaked in darkness To chase what has mattered