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Here they come, the riders of hatred – a mounted host of ghostly horsemen of fright There they stood, when hell was created – a cavalcade into the dead of the night Run beneath the stars, it's the ride of ice and death As everything they touch dies hard Eyes of black and breath like smoke they crave for my desires They've chosen me to fill me with their ghastly sighs of fire Fast through the night they summon evil visions Nightmares and echoes of my past The wild hunt fills the air, like a cancer it's slowly feeding on my heart and beliefs Blowing out the light, colors and insight in me The wild hunt infects the air, like a worm it is slowly eating my wholeness, my spirit Hurting like a plague, slithering through the shades of my light – and I'm lost in the dark As they spew their foul dark spit over my skin My mind is filled with dreadful scenes As they take me to the places of my childhood's days I put at stake all my mistakes – thus I start to break Fast through the night they summon evil visions Nightmares and echoes of my past The wild hunt fills the air, like a cancer it's slowly feeding on my heart and beliefs Blowing out the light, colors and insight in me Letras de cancionesThe wild hunt infects the air, like a worm it is slowly eating my wholeness, my spirit Hurting like a plague, slithering through the shades of my light – and I'm lost in the dark Here they come, the riders of hatred – the ancient cavaliers, the horsemen of fright There they stood, when hell was created – a cavalcade into the dead of the night At the court of the king of the wild hunt – I feel my spirit rot At the court of the king of the wild hunt – I feel my spirit die The hounds of air often bark on a dark night On the heath and in the woods, or even at a crossroads Wod – the name of the huntsman of the wild on the ride of his return Yes the wild hunt has returned Forget the grins, I take leave of my remains As he throws me across his saddle. Ghost rider in the sky. Doomed by – the wild hunt Ill-omened cursed and wasted Gloomed by – the wild hunt The sky's now painted red I lie on my death bed Destined to resurrect and ride Under the banner of the gods of violence I'll be the dead of night From Letras Mania