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
Kill the field and kill the corn
Kill 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
Killed the forest, killes the farm
All we had, we have lost
Go the sun, come the frost
Kill the field and kill the corn
Kill our children before they're born
Wake the heavens and raise the scythe
As the wild hunt comes riding by