A black dawn for a black day We have dug all our graves All we had, we have lost Go the sun, come the frost Kill the field and kill the corn Kill our children before they're born Wake the heavens and raise the scythe As the hunt goes riding by
With the tick of the clock But now the ticking's stopped With the setting of the sun Comes the beating of the drum
Everything we love has gone Killed the forest, killed the farm All we had, we have lost Go the sun, come the frost Kill the field and kill the corn Kill our children before they're born Wake the heavens and raise the scythe As the wild hunt comes riding by