Hark! Do you hear on the thunder They cry of the Unseelie Court Don't look to the skies Lest your earthly demise shall be wrought
Black is the vaporous mantle Of the riders that come on the storm The veil is torn open The night bears their ethereal forms
Hasten! For the host is upon us! I care not for loosing my soul A traveller on the road Will be taken for to join in their fold
Blinded by sweat and the fury Of the run as it falls to the ground I swear, as we ride, I can feel that the host's all around
I feel them near me I see them come into being I pray for protection Please guide me from darkness to light
Bound to their unholy ventures This terrible night bist their own Must quicken the peace Or the host we will face all alone
lo! look towards the horizon To the manor where refuge doth lie By the grace of our lord We will reach the old ford and surviveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
