The Hunt

Time. Time. Time to Feed.
Time to Hunt.
Time to supersede,
Your lethargy; your kind
Start running, for your life I'll soon unwind.

My Lust: your Need.
Our purpose in this percussive race.
Our Bond: this Creed.
Let us ignite this chase.

The Silver Queen on high
Shows her brumal face.
Daggered shadows drawing nigh;
Soon you'll plead for primal grace.

Run. Run. Run and Fly.
Escape this hallowed ground.
Earn your flesh; rise and live.
Before the Dark One's cry begins to sound.