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Omen of war
Cavalcade of wraiths crossing the night sky
Like falling stars they shine, though their armor is covered with rust
Countless fallen warriors, riding the armoured beast
Led by the dreadful king
Here comes the wild hunt

They bring you fear, sorrow and terror
Harbingers of conflicts and terrifying times
Behold the darkest of all nights
Heres cometh the king leading the wild hunt

They're heading south, and every village they pass
They abduct young men to strengthen to strengthen their army
There were only few to escape their grasp
But they've lost their senses
And were cast in different times.

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