Vayne, the Night Hunter
As swift as a shadow, I chase a new prey.
No matter how fast, it will not get away.
Dark creatures all fear me; in horror they howl.
They know that the Night Hunter is on the prowl.
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Faint cries of my mother will haunt me for life.
In nightmares I see her: she's butchered alive.
It fuels my hatred and drives my crusade.
No demon so far could my vengeance evade.
A monster that hides its true face in a crowd
Can never feel safe; I will see through its shroud.
It'll try to deceive, many masks it can wear,
And yet, in the darkness, its filth is laid bare.
Corrupted by evil, these demons must die.
My silvery bolts will this world purify.
I pass a quick judgement to fiends that I find.
For sins they commit I will pay them in kind.
Pathetic and spineless, like cowards they shake.
Their blood is defiled. Thus their pleas are all fake.
My prey is now cornered; my mind fills with bliss.
Another foul creature time to send to abyss.
At dawn I prepare for a much needed rest.
My job may be hard but it is a good test
For me to affirm that my rage still burns bright.
And this is what lets me spot evil at night.
