I set along a lonesome path, With my rifle and my pack. Hunting the hidden monsters, And the nightmares that fade to black.
I've stalked them for many years, And tracked them miles more. The forest-dwelling tea cat, And the thousand feathered boar.
I've travelled across mountains, Through fens, and fells, and falls. To burning ice-fish caverns, To frozen dragon halls.
There's hundreds out there, ripe for trapping, To hunt, and maim, and kill. To pry the scales off the wormy-bird, To snatch the snip-snake's bill.
Their bones fetch a thousand pounds, Their blood is reserved for royals. Their slime-skin makes the hiding cloaks, And gold spills shining from their boils.
Of course, my quest is gruelling, The blind horse hates to be snared. But I use what my father taught me, And of course, I walk prepared.
So, I set along a lonesome path, With my rifle and my pack. Hunting the hidden monsters, And the nightmares that fade to black.