When doors lie open at halloween On glimmering hills and lands unseen The oldest of all that the world gave birth Ride again through the hills of earth
Long before the word was spoken Moon scarred or promise broken From dust before the first day's sun The children of the twilight come
When the great stones rose on the windy plain And the corn mother sang for the springing grain They carved the shot downs on the hill The grey host rode and it's riding still
When the eagles came with their wings outspread And the hard roads rang to the legion's tread The war ran straight from coast to coast Under the starlight rode the host
When they came from the north with their axe and plow And the one-eyed god hung from the bough Nine knights between the earth and sky He saw the host come riding by
When clamoring bells and chanting priests Proclaimed the dead god from the east And churches rose on every hand Still the grey host rode the land
When gold was gone and labor cheap And they herded men like dogs herd sheep Through furnace, glair and smokey mill The grey host rode and it's riding still
Through towered blocks and littered streets Where sirens wail and buses sleep Where hope lives god only knows For the gods died long ago
Still the grey host rides through the dead of night And the cities are shadow to their sight For beyond the mist of centuries Still shine the stars and the ancient trees
Out of the darkness On the road where the dead years run Cold as moonlight Terrible as the sun