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The Wild Hunt

The Wild Hunt

(album: The Moon Also Rises - 2023)

Oh the wild hunt, oh the wild hunt
Is running, is crashing
But the yell hounds, oh the hell hounds
Are howling, are rushing
The wild hunt lights a fire, flings a spark
That lets the dead find their way in the dark, in the dark
That lets the dead find their way in the dark

A hundred year storm is brewing downtown
Barrel-aged bedlam best drunk lukewarm
The jesters are here to perform to perform
With the green men who all speak in leaves, speak in leaves
To any who loves and any who grieves

Over the gulf, on the red eye from Texas
Wolves in the cockpit are conjuring chaos
There's crocuses blooming and Sidhe hocus pocus
The turf wars at long last are losing their focus
And we're mending from all that has broken us

The wild hunt is quick and it's quickening
Turns all the yard sticks to kindling
Sets the best loved certainties flickering
Sends the galaxy's masonry tumbling

Oh the Wild hunt, oh the wild hunt
Is running, is crashing
But the yell hounds, oh the hell hounds
Are howling, are rushing
The wild hunt lights a fire, flings a spark
That lets the dead find their way in the dark, in the dark
That lets the dead find their way in the dark

Oh jumping at shadows and dancing with starlight
Lumbering sadness is still in the dogfight
Reaching and rolling and burned in the daylight
The cosmos is reeling the hounds have a firm bite
And my senses alight in the dawn light

The wild hunt is quick and it's quickening
Turns all the yards sticks to kindling
Up through the stars without fear
Past the bear and the bull and the charioteer

We're asleep at the wheel, and the rapids are nearing
The hairpin's approaching, the chasm is looming
The headlights are failing, the daylight is looming
The prophets are railing, the end times are rearing
So be swift and be swifter, be quick and be quicker
Be quick and be quickening

For the Wild hunt, oh the wild hunt
Is running, is crashing
But the yell hounds, oh the hell hounds
Are howling, are rushing
We're lighting a fire, fling a spark
That lets the dead find their way in the dark, in the dark
That lets the dead find their way in the dark, in the dark
That lets the dead find their way in the dark

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