Death, death laid in torturous wake
As sunbeams lower find horrors wait
Fear looms o’er star lit skies
But will the moon light ever rise?
Let destroyers of courage reign?
And let dark fire take for gain?
But unsilenced freedom is not lost
For unshaken light has pierced the deep forest
One rises from dragons nest
Bearing mark of evil upon his chest
But low, the dead emblem glows
Moon’s silver light and sunbeam gold
Hardened by hell yet blessed by the light
A legend rises in the untamed night
From flying gleams of iron bars
Blessed light of moon lit shards
To shining blade of crescent shape
Destroyed the hope of demons sate
And when arise the shadows screams
The Hunter fulfills the darkest of darkness' dreams