I went to the mountains one summer in June,
I returned from the showdown with my friend, Mr. Goon;
There, a beautiful lamia told me one thing.
She said I would die alone when I turned seventeen.

She didn't add anything to support her discourse.
So I put my wounded friend on my old, silly horse.
With no hidden agenda I continued my trip,
And a few hours later I took the strongest hit...

I woke up in the evening, alone in the woods.
I looked around and found no trace of my friend, Mr. Goon.
The back of my head was aching a lot.
I started to run like hell but then I heard a gunshot.

The lamia came to me again in my feverish dream;
She said I could be alive if I atoned for my sins.
I suddenly woke up and saw how my deep wounds were healed;
The bullets came out of my flesh and rolled down my skin.

I've become an immortal hunter of the fiends;
Now I come with the sunsets at the speed of the wind.
Many years have passed but I still haven't finished my task...
Cuddling with the lamias in the heat of the dusk.