Can you smell it, can you feel it?
The bear is lurking again
Grab your bows, grab your arrows
He is right around the bend
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Midnight in Pannonia
The wild hunt is on tonight
Midnight in Pannonia
The bear roars with laughter
For he truly believes
That all will tremble in fear
When he comes out of the weeds
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Into the flames of torment
We seek to drench the hate
From every corner, from every shadow
We test the hand of fate
We know not what lies ahead
But we know what needs to be done
The curtain must fall once and for all
By the barrels of our smoking gun