Stalkers of the Void

(hmmmmmm) Come sit beside the fading flame,

And hear the words that guard our name.

We are the Stalkers,

born to roam, The silent hunters make the void their home.

We read the trail,

we know the land,

We track by moon,

by dust, by sand.

Through ash and frost,

through dark and day,

We walk as one.

We know the Way.

A fang of white,

a claw of gray,

A weathered skull from far away.

A hide upon the ancient wall,

To mark the hunts that made us all.

Not for greed, nor empty pride,

But for the tales those trophies hide.

Each tooth and claw,

each scarred display,

Reminds us why we chose the Way.

We are the Stalkers of the Void,

By hunt and oath forever joined.

Through strength we rise,

through night we roam,

Through loyalty, the clan is home.

Through storm and fire,

frost and flame, We keep the Way,

we guard the name.

And when the young become the old,

The Way lives on as it was told.

One day my footsteps shall grow still,

My blade shall rest beyond the hill.

Then take my place beside the flame,

And teach the young to guard the name.

Hunt with respect, and stand with pride,

Let neither fear nor greed be guide.

For we are Stalkers,

through and through, And what we swear,

we must stay true.

We are the Stalkers of the Void,

By hunt and oath forever joined.

Through strength we rise,

through night we roam,

Through loyalty, the clan is home.

The hunt goes on,

the stars still burn,

We walk the path from which none turn.

The elder speaks, the young obey: “This is the Way.

This is the Way.”

When all the fires have faded away,

When even the stars have lost their sway,

The hunter's name will still remain...

We are Void Stalkers.

We know the Way.

This is the Way.