The Wild Hunt - Watain

Dawnless.

So it seems this sacred night

Havenless.

Beneath black sails with no land in sight

Fathomless.

The depths that lay before us now

Lawless.

Before the courts of men we must not bow

And so it was, when we were young

We left the path, followed the sun

As it sunk into the Netherworld to shine in Darkness

Thus rose aflame

A sacred star

A God’s reply

And who were we to deny such a splendid design

And the answer to our cries?

Thus it rose

To wage war

And its rays

They reached far

To the nights spent hunting

When the dawn was our sign to tell

It was time to sleep again

And to our fellow hunters

In whose hearts gleamed the spark

That later became our destiny

And tomb, for some

If we had only known them

If we had only known…

We were not meant to know then

Good we did not know

Good we did not bow!

We made it rise from the ash

We made it rise from the tears

In likeness to He who brought Fire

The Fallen’s sacred flame