The Hunt Is On

Sound the horn loudly, call the hounds!
 We will ride proudly through hunting grounds
 Who shall win?
 Blessed stag, or mortal kin?
 Fast through the winding woods we push
 Flash of a tail within the bush
 For the stag is swift and the stag is fleet
 And he hears the sound of thundering feet
 Here then gone, clansmen cry,
 "The hunt is on!"
 It is more than sport 'tween beast and man,
 For the stag is sacred to our clan
 And we dare not risk the forest's ire
 For if we can't kill then We'd best not fire
 Here then gone, clansmen cry,
 "The hunt is on!"
 Sound the horn loudly, call the hounds!
 We will ride proudly through hunting grounds
 Who shall win?
 Blessed stag, or mortal kin?
 Let the death be clean as life's released
 So we show our honor to the beast
 For your own death you will understand,
 When you hold life's blood within your hand
 Here then gone, clansmen cry,
 "The hunt is on!"
 Though we draw a bow and we wield a blade
 We respect the code that nature made
 For we know not when the shadows fall
 And the huntsmen comes to take us all
 Here then gone, clansmen cry,
 "The hunt is on!"
 Sound the horn loudly, call the hounds!
 We will ride proudly through hunting grounds
 Who shall win?
 Blessed stag, or mortal kin?
 We are born, then gone
 Clansmen cry, "The hunt is on!
 The hunt is on!
 The hunt is on!"