Eyes shut in preparation, without sight, still I hear Clenching my rifle as arctic air invades my lungs Tingling hairs stand on end as I am filled with fear Perplexed my thoughts seem to speak in tongues Pelts fastened upon my fireplace, trophies of victory Triumphs decline to a present defeat, my secluded war A lacerated tunic discarded, donning a cloak of misery My home now a prison as the wolves knock at my door Forests now gather, a merciless crusade of hook and claw Walls heave, hordes of beasts come to consume me raw Callous, void of law, without clemency, they cannot withdraw Brute strength, teeth measure arm's length without flaw Savage roars burn my soul as fangs descend into flesh Resistance futile, weapons turn to blades made blunted Consciousness fades as zealous jaws grip and thresh As the hunter has now forever become the hunted