Lo there does the muse sing with rain drops
Lo there I walk unto mist still and alive
Lo there do the roots move  the earth below
Lo there does the moon rise over the forest
Lo there do my brothers call me back
Lo there does my shadow shift its form
Lo there does my lost blood sent the air
Lo there does my great hunt begin anew
Lo there I am hunted fleeing death
Lo there I am hunter gnashing fangs
Lo there do I hunger for my fear
Lo there do I sate my lust in flesh
Lo there do I lift mask from my face
Lo there do I look on my mirror
Lo there do I see my eyes behind a face of man
Lo there do I see my face in my hands a mask of wood
Lo there do I whisper my prayer
If you live I bid you move
For the still are dead
I am the stag I am the wolf
I am the fear from the days before fire
I am the life in the forest before magic
Find in me what you wish to be and then you will belong to me