The Bloodbound Hunter

Verse I
From shadowed woods a child arose, where crimson sorrow fell,
A witness to the devil’s work, the night his parents fell.
He swore an oath by ash and bone, beneath a weeping sky,
That every fiend that walked the dark would feel his iron cry.

Pre-Chorus
No rest, no peace, no turning back,
A path of flame, a soul gone black—

Chorus
Sing of the bloodbound hunter,
The scourge of cursed night,
He walks where angels dare not tread,
And brings the dawn to light.
From fang and claw to dust he turns
The legions of the damned,
All hail the bloodbound hunter—
The blade of righteous hand.

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Verse II
Through countless years his legend grew where lesser men would fade,
A phantom stalking through the dark, a debt that must be paid.
No hearth, no kin, no mortal chain could bind his wandering soul,
For vengeance was the fire within that drove him toward his goal.

Pre-Chorus
No fear, no doubt, no end in sight,
A war that raged beyond the light—

Chorus
Sing of the bloodbound hunter,
The scourge of cursed night,
He walks where angels dare not tread,
And brings the dawn to light.
From fang and claw to dust he turns
The legions of the damned,
All hail the bloodbound hunter—
The blade of righteous hand.

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Bridge (more somber, almost questioning)
They say he feeds on death itself,
That darkness crowns his name…
Yet still he hunts the things he hates—
Are hunter and beast the same?

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Final Chorus (heavier, more reverent)
Sing of the bloodbound hunter,
No mortal, nor divine,
A warden of the endless war
That stands beyond all time.
If ever night consumes the world
And hope is left to none,
Pray for the bloodbound hunter—
The last, the only one.

Classical with a choir consisting of bass, baritone, and tenor male voices.