| In a time when men knew the meaning of fear
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| And the tyrants of hell ruled the land and the seas
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| There lived one man who was true
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| Guardian of secrets that only he knew
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| Condemned for a crime that he did not commit
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| Sentenced to die in the depths of the pit
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| He swore he would take his revenge
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| Every laster traitor, their lives he would end
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| With the power of ale — He could not fail
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| Sail into battle, glory and metal
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| Hail! |
| — Huntmaster
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| Ride! |
| — Huntmaster
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| Fight! |
| — Huntmaster
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| Die! |
| — Huntmaster
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| Up from the bowels of hell he sailed
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| Wielding a tankard of freshly brewed ale
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| Slaying all those in his path
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| Those who might hinder his god-given task
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| To bring back beer to the lands of the free
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| This is his quest, his true destiny
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| Legends shall speak of his name
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| Hail the Huntmaster, with honour and fame
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| With the power of ale — He could not fail
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| Sail into battle, glory and metal
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| Hail! |
| — Huntmaster
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| Ride! |
| — Huntmaster
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| Fight! |
| — Huntmaster
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| Die! |
| — Huntmaster
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| This is the hunter’s badge of glory
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| That he protects and tends his quarry
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| Hunts with honor, as is due
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| And through the beast to the Gods is true |