Wolf-Riders of Herne

In early morning, fog rolls off the Thames
Shrouding beasts that have remained untamed
Goblins astride the red eyed beasts
Those alone, are within their reach

Ancient Gods abroad on this very night
Illuminated by the lunar light
Masters of shadow and magic
Leaving the bodies, so tragic

The Hunt is on
On this Hallowed Night
Show the way
By Jack’s flickered light
Dig the spurs
In the beast, to spurn
Face the ghosts
Wolf-riders of Herne

To thwart the hunt, kept yourself indoors
Make no sound and curl up on the floor
They can hear your rapid heartbeats
The riders are hear to trick or treat

The Hunt is on
On this Hallowed Night
Show the way
By Jack’s flickered light
Dig the spurs
In the beast, to spurn
Face the ghosts
Wolf-riders of Herne

Dragged before
The King of Erl
Bound in leather
And the ram’s horns
Shiver without
Your control
Kneel before
Herne’s wicked sword

He is just, you can join or you can die
Heed the call while the moon is still high
Take the shape of the fell beast
Those alive are within your reach

When you taste the blood you will howl in joy
Send them screaming into the dark void
In the morn again you’ll be man
Come next season do it again

The Hunt is on
On this Hallowed Night
Show the way
By Jack’s flickered light
Dig the spurs
In the beast, to spurn
Face the ghosts
Wolf-riders of Herne