When all the world has gone to sleep
The hunters to the forest creep
From out 'the wild wood comes the call:
"The hunt is life ... the hunt is all ..."
An ancient forest beckons me
To run skyclad amongst the trees
My l***y spear, it cannot wait
The gentle deer to penetrate
Cernunnos, Lord of Beasts, he grunts:
"Come join us for the Wylde Hunt! ..."
The hunters to the forest creep
From out 'the wild wood comes the call:
"The hunt is life ... the hunt is all ..."
An ancient forest beckons me
To run skyclad amongst the trees
My l***y spear, it cannot wait
The gentle deer to penetrate
Cernunnos, Lord of Beasts, he grunts:
"Come join us for the Wylde Hunt! ..."