Wild Hunt -

Ride with the wind

Through the fields and the trees

'oer the hills with your kin

'til you can’t feel your knees

On a steed that won’t hear

Though you wail and you cry

For your reins will not steer

And you never will die!

Come and ride!

Come and ride!

Mystified by our powers!

Come and ride!

Come and ride!

Soul denied!

You are ours!

Come and ride!

Come, join the hunt

For the fox running fast

We will ride in the front

You wil take up the last

Through the night and the cold

Through the mist without rest

Cursed by magic of old

You will never be blessed

You’ll be aching with grief

For the light of the day

For your lack of belief

It’s the price that you pay

You’ve forgotten our ways

And refused to hold true

'Tis the end of your days

'Tis the ending of you!