All Hallows Eve 2014

Halloween on the moors the moon burns full and bright
 It seems we've been here before the fog creeps trough the night
 Camped upon shining Tor we burn the Rowan fires
 Hear the hunters horns this night
 And it seems like England in the days of old
 Oh the night is warm but I am cold
 Oh from the fires of hell I hear the haunting cries
 Eh reminding us of this night of nights
 Oh these feelings come to me from deep inside
 Eh the Hounds of Yeth lead the midnight ride
 Oh as the energy sends shivers down my spine
 Eh I see the cycles of my life
 Oh can you ever tell fate from destiny
 Eh this night both can set you free
 The stars they shine so bright
 A mystery we cannot light
 The difference from wrong and right is forgotten tonight
 So now we know for sure the hunt is on this night
 Annwynn is really there and will be for all time
 The spirits of the dead shall shall fly to Avalon
 The yellow eyed hounds of Yeth howl on
 And it seems like England in the days of old
 Oh the night, the night is warm but i am cold
 Oh from the fires of hell I hear the haunting cries
 Eh reminding us of this night of nights
 Oh these feelings come to me from deep inside
 Eh the Hounds of Yeth lead the midnight ride
 Oh as the energy sends shivers down my spine
 Eh I see the cycles of my life
 Oh can you ever tell fate from destiny
 Eh this night both can you set free
 Oh I do hear the cries inside my hazy head
 Eh the Rowans fires summon up the dead
 Oh the air is filled with horns of warriors bold
 Eh they ride the sky searching for lost souls
 Halloween in the moors here on shining Tor
 Halloween in the moors here on shining Tor
 Halloween in the moors here on shining Tour
 Halloween
 Halloween
 A night of conquest summoned
 But this we did not know
 We fly on demon horses
 Collecting all lost souls
 The winds of mighty Annywinn
 Blow in from coast to coast
 The hounds of yeth are calling
 To all the wandering souls
 Some souls are lost forever
 But some still have a chance
 To ride with ancient warlords
 Across these blessed lands
 The Rowan Fires are burning
 The Hounds of Wyeth lead on
 The wild hunt has opened
 The gates of Avalon