Текст песни
Black winds rise as the night grows cold
The moon turns pale like a dying soul
Hooves strike sparks on the shadowed trail
And the Hunt awakes with a mournful wail
Antlered king with his hollow crown
Calls the lost from the burial ground
Cold breath burns in the winter’s throat
As the cursed obey their endless oath
Ride, ride, the storm’s in our veins
Blood on the wind, hear the rattling chains
Run if you can, but you won’t get far
The Hunt will find you wherever you are
Torchlight twists in the frozen rain
Wolf cries echo the phantom’s reign
Shadowed hounds with their ember eyes
Tear through the veil as the daylight dies
No prayer holds when the riders near
The sound of the horns is the death you hear
Through field and fen, over stone and sea
They come for the soul that they’ve marked to flee
Ride, ride, the storm’s in our veins
Blood on the wind, hear the rattling chains
Run if you can, but you won’t get far
The Hunt will find you wherever you are
When the hooves die down and the night stands still
Cold creeps deep into your shattered will
And a whisper remains, till your very end
The Hunt is waiting… right around the bend
Right around the bend
Right around the bend
