The Wild Hunt

There is a crow moon comin' in well you keep looking out

It is the hollow month of March now sweeping in

Let's watch phenomenons that rise out of the darkness now

Within the light she is my storming heroine

And old machines abandoned by the ancient racists and

I hear them hummin' down below and hollow Earth

Oh hell I guess I know no while I will go under too

But just for now I'll let the spring and storm return

I left my heart to the wild hunt-a-comin'

I live until the call

And I plan to be forgotten when I'm gone

Yes I'll be leavin' in the fall

And I will sleep out in the glade just by the giant tree

Just to be closer when my spirits pulled away

I left a nervous little boy on the trail today

He's just a mortal to the shoutin' cavalcade

I left my heart to the wild hunt-a-comin'

I live until the call

And I plan to be forgotten when I'm gone

Yes I'll be leavin' in the fall

Let's open up the windows have satan departin' now

And we'll be even when the blues fall down like hail

Hell I don't even care no more about cadejo now

If he's a white one or a black one on the trail

I left my heart to the wild hunt-a-comin'

I live until the call

And I plan to be forgotten when I'm gone

Yes I'll be leavin' in the fall

Yes I'll be leavin' in the fall