[Lyric] ...On The Way Of The Hunting Moon (Bornholm)

When the night has fallen down
Frosty wind howls in the forests
A black raven cries painful
On the way of the hunting moon...

The warriors of forgotten realms
Coming from North to kill again
The light of the blazing torches
Shows the way to them...

Feel the unrestrained wrath
The maddening hate
Oh, spirit of war
March on...

The death walks behind them
Swords held high to the mournful sky
Painting red the untrodden snow
On the way of the hunting moon...

I smell the steaming blood
On the way of the hunting moon...