Thee Wilde Hunt

 

Tonight we will paint our faces white

White as a spectre, a vapor, a fright

We’ll scream on high as we ride through the night

On wilde horses, the cold north wind

 

(chorus)

Tonight we ride! lightning hand! thunderclap!

Strikes a bolt of fire! wild eyed wanderer

Comes the hunter, witches & goblins at play

Dance enchanted!

 

Tonight we’ll paint our faces green

Green as an arbour, the farther we’ve seen

Seen through the leaves of the forest a tree of time

Tonight we’ll paint our faces in vine

 

Tonight we’ll paint our faces red

Red as the blood in the bones of the dead

Red fade to brown, fade to black, fade to grey

Grey as the memories of death’s decay

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