I sing of Artemis, whose shafts are of silver,
who cheers on the hounds, the pure maiden,
shooter of stags, who delights in archery,
own sister to Apollo with the golden sword.
Over the shadowy hills and windy peaks she
draws her golden bow, rejoicing in the chase,
and sends out grievous shafts.

A mix for the Greek Goddess Artemis and her faithful attendants.

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