Lyrics:

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 cry
As our wild goes riding by

And hear the ticking of the clock
But now the ticking stopped
With the setting of the sun
Comes the beating of the drum

Everything we love has gone
Killed the forest and 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 cry
As our wild hunt comes by

Hear the ticking of the clock
But now the ticking stopped
With the setting of the sun
Comes the beating of the drum
Hear the ticking of the clock
But now the ticking stopped
With the setting of the sun
Comes the beating of the drum