He was just a rookie hunter and he surely shook with fright,
He checked all his equipment and made sure his pack was tight;
He had to sit and listen to those awful Ursa roar,
"You ain't gonna hunt no more!"

Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
He ain't gonna hunt no more!

"Are you fucking crazy?" cried Grane looking up,
Our Hero feebly answered "Yes," before standing up;
He jumped into the Grimm horde, those blades of his unhooked,
He ain't gonna hunt no more.

Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
He ain't gonna hunt no more!

He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock,
He saw the claws, he heard the snarls, he felt the awful drop,
The Grimm hiding in the trees spilled out, and gathered on the ground,
He ain't gonna hunt no more.

Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
He ain't gonna hunt no more!

The talons tore though his neck, beaks pecked his dome,
Tentacles were tied in knots around his skinny bones;
The Harpy wings became his shroud; he hurtled to the ground.
He ain't gonna hunt no more.

Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
He ain't gonna hunt no more!

The days he'd lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind,
He thought about the girl back home, the one he'd left behind;
He thought about his teammates, and wondered what they'd find,
He ain't gonna hunt no more.

Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
He ain't gonna hunt no more!

The Beowolves were on the spot, the Boars were running wild,
The Creeps jumped and screamed with glee, they licked their teeth and smiled,
For it had been a week or more since last they'd been fed,
He ain't gonna hunt no more.

Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
He ain't gonna hunt no more!

He hit the ground, the sound was "SPLAT", his blood went spurting high;
His comrades, they were heard to say "A hell of a way to die!"
He lay there, rolling 'round in the welter of his gore,
He ain't gonna hunt no more.

Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
He ain't gonna hunt no more!

There was blood upon the rocks, there were brains upon the walls,
The monsters would consume his corpse until the night would fall,
He was a mess, they picked him up, and poured him from his shoes,
He ain't gonna hunt no more.

Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
He ain't gonna hunt no more!