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The Wild Hunt is a legendary spectral procession seen galloping across the night sky, led by ghostly hunters or gods like Odin. Those who see it risk being swept away or doomed to follow forever. This song captures the thrill and terror of being caught in their path.

The Hunt of the Wild Ones

(Verse 1)
Hooves like thunder, winds that wail,
Through midnight’s veil, they ride the gale.
A ghostly horn, a chilling cry,
The Wild Hunt storms the endless sky.

(Verse 2)
No door can bar, no prayer can save,
They ride between the lost and grave.
A foolish soul who dares to stray,
May never see the light of day.

(Chorus)
Oh, the Wild Ones ride tonight,
Shadows dance in silver light.
Run or follow, hear their call,
Once you’re chosen… you may fall.

(Bridge)
Through storm and mist, through hollow moans,
The hunt goes on, the sky intones.
No dawn shall break upon their reign,
Their cursed hunt shall ride again.

(Chorus)
Oh, the Wild Ones ride tonight,
Shadows dance in silver light.
Run or follow, hear their call,
Once you’re chosen… you may fall.

(Outro)
A fleeting sound upon the breeze,
A whisper lost… between the trees.

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