The Wild Hunt - Steve Von Till

There’s a candle in the window

Of the old tatch house

Mother said it was a beacon

On this night of the hunt

She sang softly

Of those who were gone

As she poured whiskey

On the stone near the heart

Howling beasts

And unearthly cries

One-eyed riders

Stones of skies

The windows started to shutter

Under the force of the wind

Whirling mysts became furies

Rolling clouds became wolves

Howling beasts

And unearthly cries

One-eyed riders

Stones of skies

Though i was young that night

Never once did i fear

I knew this ancestral spectre

Was wondering God

Known to our people forever

Giver of breath and life

I will gladly ride with Him

When it becomes my time

Howling beasts

And unearthly cries

One-eyed riders

Stones of skies