The wind howls
and the fog grows thick
Whirlwinds form in the air
The night chill grows and rain pours down
The clarion call is clear
Chorus
This is the night of the Hunt
When the worlds are closest in touch
And Lord of the hunt with his hounds at bay
Searches for souls that have passed away
To lead them on their way
By earth, water, air, and fire
He calls the spirits again
Ghosts who have passed this year gone by
And takes them to greet old friends (chorus)
There's a place we call the Summerland
Far from the wind and the rain
A place of peace; a place of rest
Before the next Wheel begins (chorus)
Bridge
For us mortals left behind
The wind ravages the pines
The fog grows thicker
And the rain comes down
Fear grows in every heart around
For unknown forces abound
But rest thee with the knowledge
That even though the veil is thin
The spirit world is only part, my friend
Of the Goddess's earthly whims
And He will not harm nor will He hunt
Those whose time has not come
But when you have slipped this life
Dropping all your shackles of strife
The hunt will begin with the night
As autumn winds blow across the land
Remember mortal is man
Someday in a future time and place
He will bring us home again. (Chorus) And
And that will be the night of the hunt
When the worlds are closest in touch
And Lord of the hunt with his hounds at bay
Searches for souls that have passed away
To lead them on their way
This is the night of the Hunt,
This is the night of the Hunt,
This is the night of the Hunt!
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Last updated on
May 2, 2011