The Hunters' Moon

The rain pours down on sacred ground
That glistens in the night
Descending onto hallowed ground we come
Heeding the Warriors call
That which is our right
To prove myself, thy will be done

Under the guiding light
All my senses clear
Under the guiding light
I feel your presence near
Under the guiding light
I've never been so aware
Under the guiding light
I can taste the fear

Bestow upon me the weapons of ritual
To prepare me for the kill
The writings on the wall will tell our story
The thrill of the chase is always greater then the kill
And we will rise up to the Heavens in Glory

And when the game is over, we'll raise our trophies to the sky
The smell of victory lingers of the dead
To the great hunter above, watching over high
The mark of the warrior is carved into my flesh