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On the western shores

A ritual of the hunt

It begins the game

Lives it will stunt

The skaal shall pay

Revenge swift and blunt

To bring favor

From dark gods

Granted power

To tip the odds

Lord of the hunters

Waits for thee

Conjure the spirit

And slay the beast

But if you fail

Obscurity

In the old woods

Dark and deep it's bowels

Screams in the darkness

And unearthly howls

Carried on the wind

Cold and bitter the sound

To bring favor

From dark gods

Granted power

To tip the odds

Lord of the hunters

Waits for thee

Conjure the spirit

And slay the beast

But if you fail

Obscurity