The Huntmaster

In a time when men knew the meaning of fear,
And the tyrants of hell ruled the land and the seas.
There lived one man who was true,
Guardian of secrets that only he knew.
Condemned for a crime that he did not commit,
Sentenced to die in the depths of the pit.
He swore he would take his revenge,
Every laster traitor, their lives he would end.

With the power of ale – He could not fail.

Sail into battle, glory and metal.

Hail! – Huntmaster!
Ride! – Huntmaster!
Fight! – Huntmaster!
Die! – Huntmaster!

Up from the bowels of hell he sailed,
Wielding a tankard of freshly brewed ale.
Slaying all those in his path,
Those who might hinder his god-given task.
To bring back beer to the lands of the free,
This is his quest, his true destiny.
Legends shall speak of his name,
Hail the Huntmaster, with honour and fame.

With the power of ale – He could not fail.

Sail into battle, glory and metal.

Hail! – Huntmaster!
Ride! – Huntmaster!
Fight! – Huntmaster!
Die! – Huntmaster!

[Guitar/Keyboard Solo]

With the power of ale – He could not fail.

Sail into battle, glory and metal.

Hail! – Huntmaster!
Ride! – Huntmaster!
Fight! – Huntmaster!
Die! – Huntmaster!

This is the hunter’s badge of glory,
That he protects and tends his quarry.
Hunts with honor, as is due,
And through the beast to the Gods is true.