The Hunter
He was born of the womb of a poisonous spell,
Beaten and broken and chased from the lair.
He was hung from the tree made of tongues of the weak,
The branches were bones of liars and thieves.
The Enemy arrives - escape into the night.
Beaten and broken and chased from the lair.
He was hung from the tree made of tongues of the weak,
The branches were bones of liars and thieves.
The Enemy arrives - escape into the night.