Eight hooves pounding
Hel road riding
Blue cloaked spearman rides

Ravens fly
Stormwinds blow
Great tree groans

Old women cast
Turn away
Fearing to read the fall

Threads are measured
By wells three
Where stormrider comes

Corpse foul grimace
Maidens smile
Turns to her iron gate

Wolf howl sounds
Fetter straining
To the hoofbeats thunder

Laughter windborn
Huntsman rides
Wild hunt bays beside him

Darkness cloaks
But dawn awaits
The cold eye of the Rider

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