I have become prey for the wild hunt.
The solstice sun, I shall never see.

This path, I have traveled for ages.
Moonlit visions glistening in my transgressions.
Gone unseen, but the past has appeared.
In the eyes of the furious host I shall proceed.

From the cloak comes fire and demise.
Winds of anguish, ride into the night.
I never knew my deeds would see this time.
Bleeding through with gungnir in my side.

Overhead, a regard of gloomed intentions.
Battle shredded and voraciously incanting.
Whilst the bloody spume of lust descends.
This horde will carry as their fulfillment.

From the cloak comes fire and demise.
Winds of anguish, ride into the night.
I never knew my deeds would see this time.
Bleeding through with gungnir in my side.

Realizations were shrouded in the grime.
Dusted meadows, the sight of my decline.
Distant shadows now vying directly.
Winter torment encroaching from above.

Were my deeds so evil as to see,
The midnight ride of the furious host?