It was that time when darkness had already won the sky; And the only light Was from the moon, Like a pearl out of the seas.
And it shines down on that pale Face of a beast; In tales only, believed exists. In tales only, was the hunter but now prey.
Somewhere behind— where fears turned to fire; Desperation's weapon were silver blades; And judgement was: death leads to survival. — were men tired of being prey, became hunters.
Then from the beast's eyes, Which wore the color of red Like blood from his broken heart, cursed of love he sought, Cried tears of the man he once was.
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