The urge is like a flood
Beasts and the hordes
The dead and the dying
The weak and corrupted
Decayed and weak willed
Now as they smell blood
Chase a victim, lose sight
For they've gathered in mass
They hunger, they will kill
And now they hunt as one
Taking their victims
Innocent and guilty alike
Fleeing unto exhaustion
Fatigue stops them
Drives them to oblivion
Where they die unfulfilled
For the hunt's chosen prey
The end has now come
But it renews
The Wild Hunt goes on
