Can you hear it? Can you feel it? The souls of the dead Waft away on the winds of a storm. Rushing through mid-air The Hounds of the Hunt It's the procession of the dead The stabbed, the hanged and the drowned. The roar of hooves and horns Pound the skies Dark omens of doom Hear their cries Shivers down your spine Oskorei Oskorei Come join us... Come ride with us The dreadful ride On the track of men Throughout the world And will not give up All faithless should fear The ride of the dead Their hunting horns and the raging host The roar of hooves and horns Pound the skies Dark omens of doom Hear their cries Shivers down your spine Oskorei Oskorei