Come ye hunters all and heed my bey
Would you ride before the break of day
Through woven woods in elven lands
To find the starry-jeweled hand?
Beware the wolf in darkness born
His eyes of fire his mein of scorn
His savage fell his rending claw
But most beware his crushing jaw

Love escaped upon my shadowed back
In trespass of the woven track
In a fearsome fight of fang and claw
Such howling carved these canyon walls

Beware the wolf in darkness born
His eyes of fire his mein of scorn
His savage fell his rending claw
But most beware his crushing jaw

Come ye hunters all and heed my bey
Let us ride before the break of day
Through woven woods in elven lands
To find the starry-jeweled hand!
Beware the wolf in darkness born
His eyes of fire his mein of scorn
His savage fell his rending claw
But most beware his crushing jaw

Let the swift not linger for the slow
Come ye hunters ride the valley low
To the pits beneath the iron crown
Where the nameless man has been cast down

Come ye hunters all and heed my bey
Let us ride before the break of day
And course behind the wilding pack
In trespass of the woven track
Beware the wolf in darkness born
His eyes of fire his mein of scorn
His savage fell his rending claw
But most beware his crushing jaw