Johnny Hollow The Wild Hunt
Flooded by flickering blue at the bus stop
Garbage on the ground starts to tremble on the sidewalk
Now I'm all alone, no power on the phone
Something strange in the wind in New Berlin
Fear the Wild Hunt
Don't look now
‘Cause they're coming around again
Tenderly they look right at me
I try to look away, but it's too late
Ground starts to tremble as they rip through the night
There are gods in the ally cracking pavement in the moonlight
The buildings start to shake, and everybody wakes
As the hunt moves into New Berlin
Tenderly, they look right at me
I try to look away, but it's too late
What a strange procession moving through the avenue
My breath stops short, paralyzed by the view
There's a warning in their stare, an ominous prayer
As the hunt moves through in New Berlin
Fear the Wild Hunt
Don't look now
‘Cause they're coming around again
