Hoof and Horn
Hoof and Horn
All that dies
Shall be reborn

From the realms of the Otherworld he will ride
Herne the Hunter travels on a stormy tide
Lightening strikes from the hooves of his coal-black steed
Through the thinning Veil the deceased are free

And the cold wind blows the horn of the Wild Hunt
Through the wildwood goes [bad word] 
And the gale he sings will scatter the autumn leaves
Sylvan phantom, rider of the storm

Now the earth grows cold from Herne’s cloven tread
As the [bad word] he is guiding the dead
Spirits swirl in the silver mists
As the Wheel turns and the seasons shift

And the antlered god masters the Wild Hunt
Leaving winter in his wake
Through the fragrant woods, Winter the [bad word] 
Sylvan phantom, rider of the storm

Hoof and Horn
Hoof and Horn
All that dies
Shall be reborn.