The Huntress Tells No Tales

From buried bones that girdles your grave
Run to the wolves, they will tell you the tales of the brave


Sharpen your fangs and strengthen your senses
Take what’s left of all their defenses


You’ve already won
You’ve already triggered the gun


Your tale will be told in pubs with the words of a drunken slur
Some might query of your legacy
But those who’ve seen will commemorate your bravery


Here, here to the lady in Red!
Here, here to she who lives in the dead!


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