Behold of the mighty one, ruler of souls
On with houndogs and riders
Infidels hide-a houl in the night
Path of leader’s rising
Known as wild hunter
Through the waves of the rune sound the horn
The brave shall perish
To the field of the battle
Turning of time through witching midnight
Crows are guarding the skies
Wings of the storm, carrying out souls
Those of the dead and faithfull
Known As Wild hunter
Through the waves of the rune sound the horn
The Brave shall perish
To the field of the battle
It’s the coming of the storm
For the wild hunt is on
And the rage of winds shall now be heard
Again throughout the land
Again throughout the land
Turning of time, breaching daylight
Path of leader unfolds
The Brave have perished
To the field of the conflict-No!
It’s the coming of the storm
For the wild hunt is on
And the rage of winds shall now be heard
Again throughout the land
Again throughout the land
On through the land