My mother a goddess.
The spirit of the hunt is hers
and so it is mine.
Death and life again in equal gargantuan measure.
and no the sustenance of my pray I shall grow stronger and bigger
and so I shall consume yet more
and more I shall grow.
And as it was in the time of my birth
the prowess of the hunter shall bring me glory
as it has sustenance.
As at my birth I bow to my farther
so one day will my fathers land bow to me.
Surrounded at my birth by water.
So it shall be my protector.
So it will be my friend
So it will be my fortune.
Kings will bow to me and raise and fall at my whim
and all will look to me.