You who would lay claim to Dartmoor You'll never tame this heathen land Above Wistman's Wood The thunder of hooves Heralds the host of the damned
When you hear the horn blow above Crockern Tor You'll know that you'll never escape from the moor
Above the reaves we ride Led by the horned one A phantom cavalcade We are the Wild Hunt Galloping high over the mire The hunters in the sky
Woden is harking us onward Blooding the hounds of the Yeth At Black-a-Tor Copse Hard on their course They take sight of your misting breath
When you hear a howling come across the sky You'll know that this will be the day that you die
Above the reaves we ride Led by the horned one A phantom cavalcade We are the Wild Hunt Galloping high over the mire The hunters in the sky Hitting our stride, see the whites of our eyes The hunters in the sky
We're closing in Our hounds at bay We are the Hunt You are the prey
Hear these words, you who lie bloodied and torn No man can own what is common to all
Above the reaves we ride Led by the horned one A phantom cavalcade We are the Wild Hunt Galloping high over the mire The hunters in the sky
The last thing you see as the light leaves your eyes The hunters in the skyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
