Resound the Hooves of the Army of the Deceased Lyrics

When the winter winds blow and the Yule fires are lit
In the dark forest paths and the wild heaths
A sudden rustling through the tops of the trees
And the barking of dogs fills the air
The hunters behind whooping in eerie fury:

"Wod! Wod! - Midden in dem Weg!"

Through the nebulous skies of midnight
and the cursed witching hour of Dodecameron
Dead riders of the storm are marching
Uproarious flock on black stallions
Fire spurts from the their empty eyes

Resound the hooves of the army of the deceased
Ghostly avengers in demonic disguise
Wounded and headless spirits of the battle slained
Undead Einherjers - Martial shapes of retaliatory frenzy
Arcane forces from Asgard in a ferocious onslaught

Horns blow and funereal bells chime
Heralds of the rising tribulation to come
War, Pestilence, Famine and Death
The traitors and the guilty shall tremble
The barbaric doom of the Wild Hunt shall fall on their heads