The wind is cold, the woods are deep ... Growing shadows start to creep ... Will the spectral horsemen ride In a Wild Hunt tonight?
The stomach turns at what lies ahead And there's an overwhelming sense of dread. And it's too late to turn back now, We must forge ahead in anyway and anyhow.
No matter what ghosts appear, I must face my every fear. Hold tight tonight ...
Hold tight tonight, Hold tight tonight.
The moon is dark and the sky is falling, Voices on the air are calling, "Phantom hunters, take your flight!" Hold tight tonight ...
At last I end this weary roam, In his embrace it feels like home ...