The Wild Hunt (Earth As a Casket) Video (MV)

This will all pass away...

One hundred years I watch
Buds wither to husks
Aching for the sun
But they are held fast
Frozen in skeletal hands
And nests lay empty

Crawling through cold days
No mirth for Men;
No harvest to succour;
Despairing
Souls flee before the blaze...

Death reflected in the Hunter's moon
Drapes crimson light on mountains
Cloaked in pine
Crouched in shadows beneath the eaves
No more the lamb in wolfen maw
I am waiting

They will come
Red eyed and frothing
They will come
A Shadow looming behind

Beyond the horizon gathered
In lifeless oaken glades
He winds his horn wild
The hounds, baleful, howl

With the voice of the gale
He calls the Hunt's advent;
Through stormlit skies
They swiftly ride
Bellowing of doom to come

Oh, it will come
But it shall not be mine-
Doom of another kind
This will all pass away

The Wurmwinds blow as ne'er before
The earth in ragged gasps heaving
The ghostly Hunt through sheets of white churning
Drawing ever nearer...

The howling cold so cosmic grows
That even shades succumb
The inexorable tide of the dreaded Hunt
Slows to a crawl, straining against time

The earth exhales her final breath
And they dissipate

The last stench of mankind is washed away in the snow
The Anthropocene throne crumbles

Let the dead earth fold me into her breast
As these wilted pedals I've held clasped to mine

Oh, let me sleep, let me fade away
And ne'er return
I am weary of this world

Mine has been a tale of desolations
The putrescent tides of a loathsome sea
But at last, like the sea, I recede