The Huntress lyrics

As they would cross wheels As they would polish rust As one cut from the herd The Huntress in pursuit Pressing faster, unscathed Racing through branches and thorns Eyes sting from the wind Teeth clenched The prey: overtaken Treachery: to be repaid Vengeance: the sweetest trophy Honor: to be regained Strike charges the air The air, mingled with crimson Crimson flows to the stream Drink deep, victorious one!