When all the world has gone to sleep The hunters to the forest creep From out 'the wild wood comes the call: "The hunt is life ... the hunt is all ..."
An ancient forest beckons me To run skyclad amongst the trees My lusty spear, it cannot wait The gentle deer to penetrate
Cernunnos, Lord of Beasts, he grunts: "Come join us for the Wylde Hunt! ..."
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