The Wild Hunt

The Wild Hunt rides out tonight,
mothers, lock your children’s doors,
dead will rise, the Hunt seek souls.

Light a lantern, light a match,
the trees will moan, and spirits call,
the Wild Hunt rides out tonight.

The phantom hounds will smell you out,
will sink their teeth in shoulder-bone,
dead will rise, the Hunt seek souls.

Hide your eyes, oh, bow your heads,
their leader is no earthly man,
the Wild Hunt rides out tonight.

The Hunter leaves no one alive,
his horn is loud as lightning storms,
dead will rise, the Hunt seek souls.

I ride with them, my body rots,
the Hunter’s thrall, forevermore.
The Wild Hunt rides out tonight,
dead will rise, the Hunt seeks souls.

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