The Hunt of Blood

The trees, they beckon
Come stay awhile
The wind does whisper your name
The long dark night
Seems to smile
And invites you to your fate

The wind grows still
Dusk's last thrill
As day fades from sight
Mother's weep
As their children sleep
The Queen's Blood will ride the night

His blades are quick
His conscious worn
The flawless weapon of his Queen
His mercy is lacking
His soul foresworn
And Mortal life deemed unclean

The wind grows still
The air grows chill
Not even the moon shares its light
Life will spill
From the hunter's kill
The Queen's Blood rides tonight

He knows no love
The gravestone reaper
Indifference turns his vision red
His is vengeance
The nightmare keeper
He will not stop until we're dead

The wind grows still
Dawn's first thrill
As the new day comes to light
Your soul is saved
His lusts depraved
The Queen's Blood waits for night

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