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