Huntresses of the Dawn,
Find your way through darkness,
And escape the enemies’ starkness,
To find your freedom has gone.
Pathways they have drawn,
Carved from evil’s harshness,
And bled unto marshes
Crowded with filthy cons.
Hunt through and seek,
Those filthy men they be
And destroy those in the way,
And capture the souls they keep.
She gives you the ability to see
The muggers’ lives that must pay.
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