Seraphine Valk - The Wild Hunt

The Wild Hunt

Through the veil of storm and night,
Hooves like thunder, burning bright.
A ghostly host rides through the sky,
Bringing doom as they pass by.

The wind it howls, the shadows creep,
Calling souls that dare to sleep.
No doors can hold, no prayers can save,
The hunt rides forth from an open grave.

Run, run, but you can't hide,
The Wild Hunt calls, the end is nigh.
Through mist and fire, through storm and dread,
They ride for the living, they ride for the dead.

A king of death, with hollow eyes,
Leads the cursed beneath dark skies.
A whispered name, a fleeting breath,
One wrong step and you'll dance with death.

If you hear the hounds in the howling wind,
Turn away or be pulled within.
Once you're seen by the hunter’s gaze,
You’ll wander lost for endless days.

Run, run, but you can't hide,
The Wild Hunt calls, the end is nigh.
Through mist and fire, through storm and dread,
They ride for the living, they ride for the dead.

So lock your doors, stay inside,
Pray the storm will pass you by.
For when the riders claim the night,
Few return to see the light.