A man walked into the forest with darkness on his mind
With him he had a brand new rope
By the full moon I'll be born and by the full moon I'll die he said
And with tears in his eyes he prepared his rope
But the huntress was watching this night, just as any other
She made the moon shine brighter than ever
And with the light blinding him
He did not notice how bad his knot was
So he fell, still alive
His rope falling upon him
Swearing to return
Thus the man lived till next moon

A man walked into the forest with a broken heart
With him he had a rope
By the full moon I'll be born and by the full moon I'll die he said
And with a hole in his soul he prepared his rope
But the huntress was watching this night, just as any other
She made the forest sacrifice a branch for him to live
And with the moon hiding the weakness in the branch
He did not notice anything
So he fell, still alive
The branch hitting him hard
Swearing to return
Thus the man lived till next moon

A man walked into the forest as a last resort
With him he had a weak rope
By the full moon I'll be born and by the full moon I'll die he said
And with a sigh he prepared his rope
But the huntress was watching this night, just as any other
She prepared an arrow to save him at last
And with the moon guiding her shot
He did not see the strain in his rope
So he fell, wioth an arrow in his chest
The rope snapped and he got impaled
Not able to return
Thus the huntress freed him that moon