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Charging from the helm of the oskorei

Upon windy tides doth he ride

Diving at his game from the moonlit sky

Hear their war cries before you die

A black mass looms

From the abysmal sky

Conquerors of the clouds,

The oskorei

Each pale and gray

Covered in clout

Seizing their prey

With riotous routs

Oh, Wild Night Hunter,

Abductor of those who traverse the hinterlands by the moon light’s touch.

Only ye knoweth the true fates of these unwitting wanderers.

I bid to thee to carry out thy raids with increased haste, ferocity, and consistency.

And while ye driveth thou horde through the starry abyss,

The wolves shall howl in honor of their patched-eye commander

A dissonant offering to the Master of the Wild Hunt

Mounting their assault on the unwarry

Two black ravens fluster and fly

Followed by hordes of screaming valkyrie

Driving down from cloud covered skies

A deadly drove of

Phantom maidens fair

Ride through the clouds

With sword and spear

Led by he who mounts

An eight-legged steed

Lunging forth with

A sharpened stampede

Charging from the helm of the oskorei

Upon windy tides doth he ride

Diving at his game from the moonlit sky

Hear their war cries just before you die