The Wild Hunt (New Grunge Ballad)

Hide from the hunters...or don't, and join them. In the interest of full disclosure, I used AI to make this. The words are mine. Lyrics Somewhere beyond the forest Where the darkest shadows lie A horn was heard at midnight Echoing across the sky The wind began to howl The clouds began to form And riders crossed the heavens Like shadows in the storm No man could see their faces No man could know their name But every village knew the sound Of the Wild Hunt's refrain Ride through the night Ride through the storm The dead have risen The Hunt has been born Across the fields Across the sky The hounds are crying As the riders fly When the horns begin to call And the black winds start to blow Hide beneath your roof And pray they do not know The horses had no footsteps Though the earth was frozen white The riders wore the darkness And carried spears of light The hounds ran wild before them With eyes like burning coals And those who heard their howling Felt their voices in their soul The thunder shook the heavens The branches bowed below And every door was fastened As the Hunt began to grow Ride through the night Ride through the storm The dead have risen The Hunt has been born Across the fields Across the sky The hounds are crying As the riders fly When the horns begin to call And the black winds start to blow Hide beneath your roof And pray they do not know Some said they were the dead Who could not find their rest Some said they were the spirits Of warriors at their quest Some said the lord of darkness Was leading from the front But no one knew the truth Of those who joined the Hunt For those who watched the heavens There was a fear worse than death The riders were not passing by For the riders took their breath By morning all was silent The clouds had disappeared The fields were white with frost And nothing could be heard No hoofprints marked the meadow No bodies could be found Only broken branches And silence all around But sometimes in the winter When the moon is cold and bright A distant horn is carried Across the frozen night Ride through the night Ride through the storm The dead have risen The Hunt has been born Across the fields Across the sky The hounds are crying As the riders fly When the horns begin to call And the black winds start to blow Do not look toward the heavens~ And pray they do not know For somewhere in the darkness Beyond the edge of sight The Wild Hunt still rides~ Through the dead of night