This is set to a jauntier tune in my head than perhaps it should be. In any event I hope you enjoy this little monster hunting song.

The foe is waiting for us and we shall track him down
Before he brings his terrors to another simple town.
Ride we both together, never hunt alone
For the lonely hunter finds he’s never coming home.

Though sharp teeth clack together, and wolves howl in the wood
Still we hunters will pursue him, while he may be withstood.
Ride now boldly onward, though battle may yet come.
Two hunters of the darkness, cutting in the sun.

As the first word rent the darkness and ushered in the dawn
So we hunt the angry fragments of the sund’ring’s bitter wrong.
Ride until the dawning: terror stalks at night;
Seize the failing spirits, and bring them to the light.

Some foes be great and wicked, others too far gone.
We follow in the darkness and put an end to wrong.
Ride into the furnace that lights the fires of hell,
There will come a story can never tell.

When chains of darkness bind you, in spite of strength and will,
Bolster then your spirit and defy fate’s bitter pill.
Ride your sacred calling to the bitter end.
You may yet discover some will still defend.

There will yet come for you, brothers of sword and soul,
You are not abandoned, be you broken or yet whole.
Ride out from the darkness. it cannot keep you chained.
Though you may find your freedom in death’s final cut obtained.

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