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Theres something out there in the wildlands

The riders hunting for their prey

I hear the horns are getting nearer

Will I be here another day

Filled with fear

Storm comes here

They appear

It's our

Final Night

Flames will rise

Our last rites

The Hunt's calling

See them ride across the moonlit sky

A sign of times to come

Brought to us within the winter wind

Sill the hunt rides on

Shroud in black, the spectres coming

Are they demons in disguise

They will appear without a warning

To take me to the other side

Filled with fear

Storm comes here

They appear

It's our

Final Night

Flames will rise

Our last rites

The Hunt's calling

See them ride across the moonlit sky

A sign of times to come

Brought to us within the winter wind

Sill the hunt rides on