...Beasts all over the shop... You´ll be one of them, sooner or later...
What´s that smell? The sweet blood. It sings to me. It´s enough to make a man sick...
What, Still Here ? Hand it over. That thing, your dark soul. For my lady´s painting.
So, Is this the blood ? The blood of the dark soul ? A corpse... should be left well alone.
I know very well. How the secrets beckon so sweetly.
Only an honest death will cure you now. Liberate you, from your wild curiosity.
Aah, you were at my side, all along. My true mentor... My guiding moonlight.
So... Tell me, good hunter of the Church... Have you seen the light ?
Are my Church hunters the honorable spartans I hoped they would be ?
It would be a relief to know if, To know I did suffer such denagration for nothing.
Would appreciate if you told me that now I could Rest in Peace.
Even in this darkest of nights, I see... the moonlight...
Dear oh dear, what was it? The hunt, the blood, or the horrible dream?
Oh, it doesn´t matter. It aways comes down to the hunters helper to clean up after these sorts of messes.
Tonight, The First Hunter joins the hunt... The night, and the dream were long...
So, congratulations Good hunter, you´ve done well. The night is near its end.
Now, i will show you mercy. You will die, forget the dream, and awake under the morning sun.
You will be freed... for this terrible hunters dream.