He goes by many names But so it seems Nobody calls him He reeks of sweat and shame Yet from the inside He's a lion Driven by the worries For others who may not Be strong enough to carry Those of whom they thought To be the ones supposed to Walk you through the hunt No lion eats alone But he was left behind As he reached the mountains The valleys offered gifts Now he is the spirit That leads others to the mist He goes in many ways But so it seems Nobody walks them Forgotten by the pack His growls echo Through the mountains The highest of them all Decided to reach out And so it used the ancient scent And left without a doubt To be the ones supposed to Walk you through the hunt No lion eats alone But he was left behind As he reached a higher mountain The valleys offered gifts Now he is the spirit That leads others to the mist