"Horned father of the wise
serpent fire of the skies
let fall to earth that ancient flame
by thunderbolt & starry shower
to tend & turn the horse of power"
The wheel is turning
thy time approaching
let the hounds abound
a procession of death
curse you all
curse you all
"By hunters horn & black hounds bowl
by haunted track & ancient ley
go ye forth in the old ones name
throughout & about, without & within
by the light of the devil's flame
let the wild hunt begin"
I curse you all
