Is it a stream or some kind of shadow
Is that a light or a wisp in the meadow
You're lost. forlorn
And he prays don't look behind you now
White fingers come down
They wipe out your mind
And she says 'go home'
But there's no home in sight
One lost warm sound brings
Reels - leaves - sighs
And the wild hunt
Wildly hunts you down
And the wild hunt
Wildly hunts you down
And the wild hunt
Wildly hunts you down
And the wild hunts
They wildly hunts you down
Ghosts and banshees and that man behind the tree
Kelpie catches you run - run
And drowns you in the stream
The darkness and the darkness and the darkness and
The wild hunt
Wildly hunts you down
And the wild hunt
Wildly hunts you hunts you