Silence I have no compassion,
I sense everything,
and all to regarded and disregarded.

Let the rivers run,
let the mountains stand,
let the temples stand the test of time.

With in the jungle the question is lost to those who seek their answers now,

The snow-leopered hunts in the silent white,

The eagle awaits on silent wings,

The watcher is in silence,

shhh...

In the silent hunt awaits the majesty of the killing instinct focus, and silence all are preparations.

Keep low upon the ground,
let the wind blow with you,
it's worth the wait if you only sense it!

There is power with in the wait,
when waiting is no more,
and it depends upon whether you are ready!