A black dawn for a black day We have dug all our graves All we had, we have lost Go the sun, come the frost k** the field and k** the corn k** our children before they're born Wake the heavens and raise the scythe As the hunt goes riding by With the tick of the clock But now the ticking's stopped With the setting of the sun Comes the beating of the drum Everything we love has gone k**ed the forest, k**ed the farm All we had, we have lost Go the sun, come the frost k** the field and k** the corn k** our children before they're born Wake the heavens and raise the scythe As the wild hunt comes riding by