I am a Hunter, slayer of beasts, trekker of lands
I wield weapons of power with my bare hands
With my power and my tinge, I have slain gods
Through my journey, I have spilled blood on Yharnam's sod
From Iosefka's Clinic to The Nightmare of Mensis, I alone have answered the call
With the help of Gehrman and the beautiful doll
I, The Hunter, have become a God
The Choir sings a litany of fear, as I walk past the ward
With cleaver and pistol in hand, I cleanse this bloody land
As the hunters before me did, I tread this nightmare of which I fight the blight, to save a city which only sheds dislike.
The Healing Church with it's false beliefs, The Vilebloods, struck with grief.
Martyr Logarius, and his Executioners, Yharnam's Shadows, Father Gascoign, Micolash, The child of Kos, The man that made me a Hunter, The Moon Presence, and The Amygadala
All a wall in my way, but they shall be slain
Now I must go, for Yharnam calls my name
But I shall vanguish the plague, and become a bain to the Great Ones.
