by: Unknown date: Unknnown source: The Code of the Harpers Don’t look back Just draw your blade’ ‘Down dark track The kill is made’. Don’t shout out yet Just follow the cries’ Time enow to laugh and bet After the foe snarls and dies Run and wave blade blood-wet Down the trail of dancing bone To the place where death is met We all rush-and come there alone Don't, no don't look back There's never time for that Just add more meat to the sack And grow old and wise and fat [Verse] Until the day the death is thine And you face the gods alone Few folk find enough time To take their wanted throne [Verse] So raise now the sparkling wine Drink it deep, while you can Gods grant you smile at its shine Remembering the hunt you ran. [End] Don’t look back Just draw your blade’ ‘Down dark track The kill is made’.
