• Moon hunt me down
    and call to arms your starry knights,
    Raise the alarm on forest paths
    fill the coves, raise the tides.

    Bring forth silver lights
    and heed the white wolfs howl,
    Hear the Satyr music play,
    Banshees scream and Devils prey.

    Move Flora and Faun
    to unveil my run,
    Raise dust and leaves
    to find in trail my blood.

    Shout a call heard by all
    pierce dead of night
    and searing cold

    Pray find me
    in the midst of thick fog,
    play the war drums
    clear the bog.

    Hunt me down
    come sate your rage
    fell me and condemn me
    to a silver cage

    Use your every breath
    in the heart of battle`s lust
    I`ll stand fast, your heart in hand,
    mine`s with armor`s rust.