The Wild Hunt

There is a crow moon comin' in well you keep looking out It is the hollow month of march now sweeping in Lets watch phenomenon's that rise out of the darkness now Within the light she is my storming heroin And old machine's abandoned by the ancient racists and I hear them hummin' down below and hollow earth Oh hell I guess I know no while I will go under to But just for now I let the spring and storm return I left my heart to the wild hunt a-comin' I live until the call And I plan to be forgotten when I'm gone Yes I'll be leavin' in the fall And I will sleep out in the glade just by the giant tree Just to be closer when my spirit's pulled away I left a nervous little boy out on the trail today He's just a mortal to the shoutin' cavalcade I left my heart to the wild hunt a-comin' I live until the call And I plan to be forgotten when I'm gone Yes I'll be leavin' in the fall Let's open up the windows have Satan departin' now And we'll be even when the blues fall down like hail Hell I don't even care no more about cadejo now If he's a white one or a black one on the trail I left my heart to the wild hunt a-comin' I live until the call And I plan to be forgotten when I'm gone Yes I'll be leavin' in the fall Yes I'll be leavin' in the fall