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!"