Fog lifts slow from Tiber's bend
Lamplight dies where stones ascend
He kneels quiet on cold square
Rag in hand and blade laid bare
Silver sings on Roman stone
Morning comes to flesh and bone
Cloth runs clean on monster's tooth
Dawn drinks up the hunter's truth
I know salt and storm and glass
Watch the beam cut through the mass
Here monsters wear human faces
Steel bites deep in hidden places
Silver sings on Roman stone
Morning comes to flesh and bone
Cloth runs clean on monster's tooth
Dawn drinks up the hunter's truth
Oil and chalk on silver spine
Wiping clean each jagged line
Griffin blood and wraith ichor
Gone before the city's stir
Silver sings on Roman stone
Morning comes to flesh and bone
Cloth runs clean on monster's tooth
Dawn drinks up the hunter's truth
Espresso steam will curl and rise
Tourists rub their sleepy eyes
He sheathes the blade and stands up tall
Another night he survived it all
Old keeper watches from his tower
White wolf walks through morning hour
Different beasts but same red blood
Different names but same old flood
Light keeps darkness at the bay
Piazza wakes to church bell chime
Hunter moves on borrowed time
Silver rests in leather deep
Promises the dawn to keep
Silver sings on Roman stone
Morning comes to flesh and bone
Cloth runs clean on monster's tooth
Dawn drinks up the hunter's truth
Silver dawn on Roman stone
Hunter walks to face unknown
Light keeps darkness from the door
Same as on the ocean floor