• In the darkest night, so far from home
    out of sight and all alone
    lies the hunter, the one and all
    struggling to fight, the instincts that call

    the moon radiates its light
    it fills his victims full of fright
    never knowing where to stay
    the sun pushes the hunter away

    without a home under the sky
    he is left to roam by and by
    another night another day
    can he continue to live this way?

    if an unlife can be lived
    without the doubt that is truly his
    something this way cannot stay
    he cant continue to live this way...

    into the fire, a common thing
    oh the peace that this will bring
    an exit very cleary laid out
    its time for the story to play all out