The Wild Hunt

Theres something out there in the wildlands
The riders hunting for their prey
I hear the horns are getting nearer
Will I be here another day

Filled with fear
Storm comes here
They appear
It's our
Final Night
Flames will rise
Our last rites
The Hunt's calling

See them ride across the moonlit sky
A sign of times to come
Brought to us within the winter wind
Sill the hunt rides on

Shroud in black, the spectres coming
Are they demons in disguise
They will appear without a warning
To take me to the other side

Filled with fear
Storm comes here
They appear
It's our
Final Night
Flames will rise
Our last rites
The Hunt's calling

See them ride across the moonlit sky
A sign of times to come
Brought to us within the winter wind
Sill the hunt rides on