Wild dogs are howling
And calling out tonite
Mortals try to run away
From forces they can't fight

From unlit pagen wastlands
In the distant north
The spectral hunters hand
Points the fatal course

Eyes of unquenched fire
Claws glisten in the light
Beasts come down to take what's theirs
As is their ancient rite

Men are dying
Women are crying
Creatures of darkness
Are hunting them down

People are screaming
The Hunter's eyes gleaming
His hellhounds
Are covering ground

No forgiveness
No escape
Pay pentance to dogs
For mortal mistakes

No forgiveness
No escape
What the Hunt seeks
Is what the Hunt takes