It has been so long…  
So very long…
 
I have hunted evil for no  
less than a thousand years.
 
Yet, I remember well how  
this pain started… As  
though it were just yesterday.
 
When my blood was warm, I  
was a great warrior. Neither  
man nor beast could best me in  
mortal combat.
 
Then, in my arrogance, I said  
one day even death himself  
will bow before my swords…
 
He smiled and said, from a mare  
of death from death himself,  
a wager. If you win, eternal life  
is yours. If I win, your soul  
is mine to do with as I wish.  
Foolishly I accepted…
 
With sword and spell, we  
clashed toe to toe. The  
world trembled at our  
unleashed powers.
 
I attacked with such fury and might,  
that even death himself was taken  
aback, and then, incredibly felled!
 
I toppled the master and he  
granted my reward.
 
I am cursed to live until all  
supernatural evil is destroyed.
 
I hunt…
 
And fight…
 
And kill, until the end of my curse.
 
Only then will I be able to  
seek solitude and forever rest.