Hoof and Horn Hoof and Horn All that dies Shall be reborn
From the realms of the Otherworld he will ride Herne the Hunter travels on a stormy tide Lightening strikes from the hooves of his coal-black steed Through the thinning Veil the deceased are free
And the cold wind blows the horn of the Wild Hunt Through the wildwood goes Herne’s Company And the gale he sings will scatter the autumn leaves Sylvan phantom, rider of the storm
Now the earth grows cold from Herne’s cloven tread As the horseman comes he is guiding the dead Spirits swirl in the silver mists As the Wheel turns and the seasons shift
And the antlered god masters the Wild Hunt Leaving winter in his wake Through the fragrant woods, Winter the Horseman comes Sylvan phantom, rider of the storm
Hoof and Horn Hoof and Horn All that dies Shall be reborn.