Tis round this year on a winters night
A sound is heard, can cause some fright
The sound of dogs the sound of horns
The sight of hunters that forewarn
For some say Odin, sometimes Herne
Do ride across the skies and yearn
To gather souls through winters eve
The Wild hunt comes but quickly leaves
A sound is heard, can cause some fright
The sound of dogs the sound of horns
The sight of hunters that forewarn
For some say Odin, sometimes Herne
Do ride across the skies and yearn
To gather souls through winters eve
The Wild hunt comes but quickly leaves
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