Golden Daylight retreats
The brood put down their skin
Howls greet the nightfall
For bloodshed eternal
Let the great game begin
The full moons arise
All feral birds fall quiet
As the packs roam the briar
With eyes filled with fire
As they are running riot
They whisper your Name
Shake in fear of the great game
In the dying light,
Anger rises with the night
As the visions blur
Skin turns to fur,
Fullfill the daedric will
With a godsent urge to kill
They fill the starry night
With a wordless cry
A thousand pumping lungs
A thousand raging songs
Ascending to the sky
Hircine drives the pack
torwards the mortal's homes
to slaughter both mer and men
and shed their unsoiled blood again
And to gnaw on their bones
Nerevarine, take this ring
And join in the hunt,
Take my antler as a crown
And become the king...
Of this night
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