The day grows short and the night grows long
This is the life where you belong
Your trepidation knows no bounds
This is the hunt, you are a hound
The years have passed and yet more to come
The heart you have still beats its drum
You put your trust in those who betray
This is the hunt, you lead the way
As the darkness ends and light draws near
Your eyes give away your fear
The silent scream as you lay still
You were the hunt, this is the kill
By Esteban Korsgaard