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The Way of the Hunter is to know and fight,
the Rhythm in my breast - at the close of day,
I will not go quietly into eternal night.

Shadows give way to morning's light,
I carefully size up daily prey.
The Way of the Hunter is to know and fight.

The Rhythm's beat is steady and clears my sight,
My claws are swift and quick against sun's ray.
I will not go quietly into eternal night.

The sun at midday is clear and bright,
Easy to follow the tracks and find my way.
The Way of the Hunter is to know and fight.

Who can say which way is wrong and which is right?
The Rhythm's steady constant will always stay,
And I will not go quietly into eternal night.

And when, in time, my soul has had its flight,
I know my place is His, and this I pray:
The Way of the Hunter is to know and fight,
I will not go quietly into eternal night.



Penned by my hand on the 11th of Khepary, in the year 95 MA.