Here they come, the riders of hatred
A mounted host of ghostly horsemen of fright
There they stood, when hell was createdA cavalcade into the dead of the night
Run beneath the stars, it′s the ride of ice and death
As everything they touch dies hard
Eyes of black and breath like smoke they crave for my desires
They've chosen me to fill me with their ghastly sights of fire
Fast through the night they summon evil visions
Nightmares and echoes of my past
The wild hunt fills the air
Like a cancer it′s slowly feeding
On my heart and beliefs
Blowing out the light, colours and insight in me
The wild hunt infects the air
Like a worm it is slowly eating
My wholeness, my spirit
Hurting like a plague, slithering through the shades of my light
And I'm lost in the dark
As they spew their foul dark spit over my skin
My mind is filled with dreadful scenes
As they take me to the places of my childhood's days
I put at the stake all my mistakes – thus I start to break
Fast through the night they summon evil visions
Nightmares and echoes of my past
The wild hunt fills the air
Like a cancer it′s slowly feeding
On my heart and beliefs
Blowing out the light, colours and insight in me
The wild hunt infects the air
Like a worm it is slowly eating
My wholeness, my spirit
Hurting like a plague, slithering through the shades of my light
And I′m lost in the dark
Here they come, the riders of hatred
The ancient cavaliers, the horsemen of fright
There they stood, when hell was created
A cavalcade into the dead of the night
At the court of the king of the wild hunt
I feel my spirit rot
At the court of the king of the wild hunt
I feel my spirit die
The hounds of air often bark on a dark night
On the heath and in the woods, or even at a crossroads
Wod – the name of the huntsman of the wild on the ride of his return
Yes the wild hunt has returned
Forget the grins, I take leave of my remains
As he throws me across his saddle, ghost rider in the sky
Doomed by the wild hunt
Ill-omened, cursed and wasted
Gloomed by the wild hunt
The sky's now painted red
I lie on my death bed (Doomed by the wild hunt)
Destined to resurrect and ride (Ill-omened, cursed and wasted)
Under the banner of the gods of violence (Gloomed by the wild hunt)
I′ll be the dead of night (The sky's now painted red)
The wild hunt fills the air
Like a cancer it′s slowly feeding
On my heart and beliefs
Blowing out the light, colours and insight in me
The wild hunt infects the air
Like a worm it is slowly eating
My wholeness, my spirit
Hurting like a plague, slithering through the shades of my light
And I'm lost in the dark
And I′m lost in the dark
