The Hunter And His Men T’was the night of the attack That was the darkest of all And t’was the night of the attack That caused a man to fall The hunter and his men gathered Their fur coats dusted in white flakes Clusters of snow forming along Their wooden bows And their spears coated in ice The hunter and his men had said Their night before the hunt That what was out there In the dark, was a dangerous Murderous beast T’was the night of the attack That was the darkest of all And t’was the night of the attack That caused a man to fall The hunter and his men knew of The monster in the ice Under clear sheets of snow-covered water It lurks in the deep The darkest of all And any hell-bent sinner Gets welcomed by the killer The hunter and his men knew not The appearance of this creature For any man close enough to kill it Is sure to be dead after one quick snatch And be submerged through the ice And into the deathly water T’was the night of the attack That was the darkest of all And t’was the night of the attack That caused a man to fall The hunter and his men – How little Knowledge had they at this time The demon, a thirty five foot long Watcher, scanning the ice above With such glowing crimson eyes So strong, one good look and one Finds oneself in an infinite, Deep slumber on the sand Beneath the ice The hunter and his men venture Out through the white topped trees Of fir and sweet smelling pine Through the misty air And to the lake - the home of which The beast swims in circles Swishing its tail and twitching its spikes Towards any movement above T’was the night of the attack That was the darkest of all And t’was the night of the attack That caused a man to fall The hunter and his men approach With eyes so blue Their colour could stain the contrast of snow below And spears raised in bitter determination Their palms hot and faces red Their hearts racing Insides pacing Frowns turn to smiles As they run for miles Splitting up, taking sides Across the frozen lake Waiting with such desperate tension For the monster's wake T’was the night of the attack That was the darkest of all And t’was the night of the attack That caused a man to fall The hunter and his men stood back One crack, two cracks, three cracks, four cracks The ice on the water rumbled into fragments Each a square three meters big Each shard jagged and sharp enough to cut As they float to the edges, widening the hole in the What seems like a bottomless dark blue drop The hunter and his men seize their weapons And raise them high in an act of fierce determination Their eyes narrowing, becoming a stronger blue Just thinking of the red eyes turning into black Thinking of the cold beast dead along the bank When they return it Still and silent, without a single breath For their reward T’was the night of the attack That was the darkest of all And t’was the night of the attack That caused a man to fall The hunter and his men snap back Into reality when the monster Strikes the remains of the ice With its wide freakish tail, It's spikes each as long as a human arm Scratching the surface of all the land As it whips around and then slides back into the water The hunter and his men seized the moment As quick as lightning To hurl their spears into the body of the demon It shrieked such a piercing shriek no one had ever heard And the light drowned from its bright red eyes And it moved with such big movements and such force Until it stopped And was silent The hunter stepped forward to examine his beast... When it woke Its eyes once again with flooded crimson flames of vengeance Its teeth bared in a vicious grin Its spikes sharper than ever And it snapped And attacked And his men thought they were in No capability to help So they ran to the village While the hunter was alone T’was the night of the attack That was the darkest of all And t’was the night of the attack That caused a man to fall