I stood alone there for hours, looking up at the sky...

I closed my eyes and listened, though I did not know why...

I heard a voice, speaking through the night...

I heard it draw me forth, and I knew it was right...

I followed your trail, oh prey, through street and over the wall...

I look up once, see the storm blowing and the rain...

I follow the trail, an end to the pain...

I followed you trail, oh prey, across the hills and over the land...

I hear the clear voice calling from near the sand...

I rush out then, dashing near grass and waves...

Tracking your scent through roads and alleys, and where soldiers left their graves...

I catch sight of you as the lightning flashes...

I know no fear, as a tree falls to ashes!

I do not ask myself, why must I chase?

I do not ask myself, what is this strange place?

I seek only the hunt, singing from a place deep within...

I run and chase my prey, with those that are my kin!

I seek your scent on roads, I seek it near city and home...

I find it close, very close, where, when I was young, I found it a place to roam...

I stand before you, and high above the sky flashes bright!

And I realize that all this time, I was alone... All alone in the night.

Who did I hunt? Why did I fly? And how came I to this place?

I knew then the truth and laughed, and stood there by the stone...

The face of the prey, the truth I had tracked...

The face I saw was my own...

And now my fear, gone at last, I stood there at last... Intact.

And now I return home, though I struck nothing for my meal...

I find myself in high spirits, for my heart the hunt did heal.