The Long Hunt

We Brave the Cold and Bitter Night,
We stalk the frozen plains by day.
And for the glory and the prey,
Through forest, fields, and over hills,
We stalk honor on the Long Hunt.

Our eyes are sharp, our spears are keen,
And in the end our prey is seen.
The chase is on, a spear is thown,
Our trophy hauled upon a spit,
Along our final homeward march.

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