One golden autumn Sunday eve As the leaves began to brown Contented as I walked alone I wandered through forest and gate
The moonlight burns my skin The woodland darkness my kin As storm clouds cursed close in I feel the fear begin
The echoes of tales once told The gales and storm unfold With galloping hooves and the baying of hounds The wild hunt comes across the misty mounds
With the coming of the night Behold the horse man rides Within this blackened sight The hounds that chase the stride
My soul, the hunt it takes
The Wild Hunt Tears me from The earth I held so warm Now the wild hunt is here To burn my soul so clear
The winds have swept me up My body left corrupt My soul the hunts dark prize To roam the midnight skies
To roam the midnight skies
For this cannot be me This deathly sight that I bleed Yet I do not grieve Now on lost souls I feed
The furious host now leads The hunt begins to flee O’er storming skies we glide With Gabriels hounds I ride
Looking down in endless wrath For those foolish enough to cross my path Swept up in this cavalcade To join this hunt, to join the raid
With the coming of the night Behold the horse man rides Within this blackened sight The hounds that chase the stride
Do not mock the horde that sweep, For you soul they will keep So when you go out at night this winter time Listen carefully for the barking of dogs and their cry…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
