Wrath of the Late Huntsman

Pity she craves, whiled away the night Mirror on the wall, will she looks in despise Dusty country roads, memories start to fade Yesterday's lover's drifts, a dream-like haze Destiny gathers words, the pot calling the kettle black In the garden of our minds, thorns starts to bloom Scorns of the screw, eyes that judge, hands that claim Monkey smirks, whispers gather in the crowd Hearts of the broken, tale unfolds, stories untold Strumpets weep, trumpets echoes through the street Here shall she lies, where truth cuts deep Here shall he lies, where secrets sleep Death of the tramp, beneath the mountain Taste the wrath of the late huntsman The hunts begin, where shall one escape No place to hide, huntsman sealed her fate Eyes that smile, hustler's soulless cries Lights slowly fading, "Can you see the sight?" Twists and turns, whispers in the wind Where lies the truth, the huntsman turned in Scorns of the screw, eyes that judge, hands that claim Monkey smirks, whispers gather in the crowd Hearts of the broken, tale unfolds, stories untold Strumpets weep, trumpets echoes through the street Here shall she lies, where truth cuts deep Here shall he lies, where secrets sleep Death of the tramp, beneath the mountain Taste the wrath of the late huntsman