• From high up on the mountain
    There comes an unholy yell
    The Huntsman rides again tonight
    To drag lost souls to hell

    Death walks at his stirrup
    He rides a loathsome steed
    His every word and edict
    Even the chaste must heed

    Charging through the country
    As unclean blood is spilled
    He vanishes at morning’s light
    His grisly work fulfilled

    But midnight is his kingdom
    And darkness is his friend
    Although he leaves the land by day
    With the moon he'll rise again

    His victims then are many
    That to his sword will bow
    All those who cringe and cower
    At his wild howl

    Be they proud or wicked
    Be they foolish or strong
    No mortal stands the slightest chance
    Against the Fallen's song

    False men in quest of power
    None wise to what they've done
    Will perish in the dark this night
    No more to see the sun.

    The soul accused of murder
    Or violence with the knife
    Will settle with his victims now
    By laying down his life

    Not just these but others
    Those who evil court
    The Hunter comes for each and all
    In the name of sport

    So as the dusk gloom deepens
    And the Demon his prey pursues
    You must ask the dreadful question -
    Does the Huntsman ride for you?