The Haunted Hunters of the Hollow Lands

Haggard, worn, tired, forlorn
With weary tread and heavy head
But watchful eye in spite
The Haunted Hunters of the Hollow Lands
Marched throughout the night

Barren, cold, shattered, old
With blackened plain and primal rain
But hungry yen in spite
The Hollow Lands of Hunters Haunted
Mouldered through the night

Dark, hiding, furtive, sliding
With mournful soul and steadfast goal
But cautious hush in spite
The Hunted Haunters of the Hollow Lands
Watchful through the night

In the Hollow Lands the hunting of the Haunter
In the Hollow Lands the haunting of the Hunter
The Hunter is haunted, the Haunter is Hunted
Both by each are broken and stunted
In the Hollow Lands

Once was no Hunter and none were hunted
Once was no Haunter and none were haunted
Yet since the Hunters' first kill
The haunting and hunting were destined to fill
In the Hollow Lands

Now Hunters and Haunters keep score
Of the casualties of the war
'Till none but the rain
And none but the plain
Of the Hollow Lands remain