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Iku (death).

The great hunter that hunts Ajanaku
Fearless in the face of the great beast
But there will be only one victor
the day he ventures against Iku
The great hunter that turns Ajanaku
to a pile of bones
Would be reduced to nothing
In the face of the Angel of Death

The knowledge of the future is unknown
Nay! says the soothsayer
I predicted the death of the beast slayer!
If he truly had the knowledge of the unknown
He should have been able to evade Iku
But there is no denying the inevitable
All men must die

No one will be left alive.

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