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Cries of fern-owl

Raise forgotten fears

From the years of yore.

Glowing phantoms

Pierce the walls of stone

With the sudden hoar.

Running horses

Carry deadly tribe

In the autumn sky.

King of Wild Hunt

Rushing at frontline

Hastens cursed allies.

Frozen winds

Blast down

At defenceless town

The hunt for tempted souls

Has begun.

And it seems

Right now

Each of us is drawn

relentlessly away

by its run.

"I must join

Never-ending horde" -

Words appeared in mind.

Guided towards

Our master’s sword

We will run the Hunt.

Riding flat-out

Green and violet road

We observe his might.

And at last now

I can understand

Words and ways of night.

Frozen winds

Blast down

At defenceless town

The hunt for tempted souls

Has begun.

And it seems

Right now

Each of us is drawn

relentlessly away

by its run.