The chilling winds of autumn... The horde of darkness rise... Upon steeds and Wolves with demonic faces gather, tonight the wild Hunt rides... Gwyn ap nudd, libations to an ancientgod... No prayers may save your human pray... Fast on the dark skies... A huntsman in the devil's mask... Screaming upon the night sky... Triumphant glance... Across the haunting moon... Let our noise terrify... I deal in death, the Wolves and hounds tear life away.