Hunter - The Knight of the Black Rose

Whip, crack, bone, snap
From under stone and rock attack
Claw, grab, shovel and grasp
We rise up with muddy mask

From the evil hands of ogres
Our lord saved a priest
From the elven lands and forests
He took her to his keep

His wife was struck by jealousy
The elf the fairest of the world
How on earth could she compete
With a beautiful elven girl

She struck a deal with a witch
She would birth a child
Not in the lord's image or by his seed
But by his soul and mind

Double, double, toil and trouble
Fire burn and cauldron bubble
Eye of newt, toe of frog
Wool of bat and tongue of dog

On a cold and rainy morning
Our lord's child was born
In the image of his dark soul
His wife would live no more

He thought his wife had spent the night
With demons or a fiend
That ugly, vile grotesque child
Not what his son could be!

When he found out the witch's spell
He rode off on his horse
And cursed the elf, his keep himself
And cursed with fiendish force