With silver arrows the Hunter hunts

The monster in the night

The Hunter is blessed by the Gods of the Hunt

Her weapons consecrated to protect the peace

Silver arrows, sacred and true

To slay the beast and save the people

It cannot be harmed with sword or spear or knife

Its magic is stronger than any mortal blade

Only heaven-blessed silver will slay this evil

Wielded by one the Gods have sent

The silver arrow shimmers under the moon

It leaves the bow, unerring, to find the mark

The heart of the monster, bane of human kind

Duty done, the Hunter turns for home

The heart of the beast is burned upon the altar

The Hunter rests, until the Hunt resumes