Approach with care, he may be dangerous.

The hunter makes his way back home again.

His prey fought hard and put up a good fight.

The bloodlust he felt was sated once more.

Tomorrow he would go out once again

And search for the ones who dishonored him.

It had become the one goal of his life

To destroy those who stabbed him in the back.

It had happened once too often to bear

So he left the comforts of house and hearth

To seek the vengeance he felt he deserved.

Pity, a word he had lost in the mist,

Cowardice must be punished and vanquished.

Did they really think he would overlook

The never-ending lack of trust and truth?

Now was the time to make an end of it.

Now was the time to make an end of them.

They could run, they could hide, could not escape,

Revenge oneself was his one guiding thought.

And so this would end it once and for all

When the last coward cowered, mercy begged,

But remorse was not there for such as these.

The last one was found, the hunt was ended.