A black dawn for a black day 
We have dug all our graves 
All we had, we have lost 
Go the sun, come the frost 
Kill the field and kill the corn 
Kill our children before they're born 
Wake the heavens and raise the scythe 
As the hunt goes riding by 
With the tick of the clock 
But now the ticking's stopped 
With the setting of the sun 
Comes the beating of the drum 
Everything we love has gone 
Killed the forest, killed the farm 
All we had, we have lost 
Go the sun, come the frost 
Kill the field and kill the corn 
Kill our children before they're born 
Wake the heavens and raise the scythe 
As the wild hunt comes riding by