Deep within the shadows of the forest
The winter night is silent and dark
A laughter is heard from far beyond the trees
A hunter of the dark, the ruler of this season
The fullmoon wanders in eternal sky
Stars as distant as a million ages
The horned god smiles as he knows what is to come
A new awakening in the forests of the north
Disciples hail his arrival
Horned is their hunter of shadows
With darkness he comes
With darkness he shall leave
Again the queen of may is gone
As the leaves rot the hunter appears
To rule, to hunt, to lead us on his path
To repossess his throne of ice once more
Storms of evil sweeps in my soul
Frozen ages with words from eternity
The horned god smiles as another soul darkens
The time has come to leave his season
Disciples hail his departing
Horned is their hunter of shadows
With darkness he comes
With darkness he shall leave
Long forgotten forces of nature
Darkened pleasures shall please again
With the mocking of god he shall rise
And the great mother shall live again
Disciples hail his departing
Horned is their hunter of shadows
With darkness he comes
With darkness he shall leave |
