VERSE ONE

The blood red moon shines high above, Your heart pounds in your chest.
Your bones lengthen and your body contorts, the transformation has begun.
The air burns your lungs as you run, huddeled and low to the ground.
The bloodlust sets in, you feel the urge to hunt.

Your senses are keen, with all that you see, the light before you is too bright.
All you can smell is the faint smell of blood, you’re on the trail tonight.
Your claws are razors, your teeth daggers, your will begins to fade.
The hunt of hircine has begun, you will kill tonight.

PRE-CHOURUS

You are now his.
His to control.
You can’t escape.
Escape his grasp.

CHOURUS

Blood, Red, Moon.
Shining High.
Above, The, Land.
Of solstheim his.
Name, Shall, Be.
Forever.
Known, Throughout.
This land

VERSE TWO

Fate is the hand that has stricken you now, the four signs have come to pass.
The hounds, the fire, the tide of woe, Secunda turns crimson red.
Behold the blood moon that signals your doom, hear the trumpets Blair.
Then comes the sound of ravenous hounds gnawing at your heels

Joining the pack you hunt like a beast, tearing their flesh to shreds.
Hail to the bloodlust, hail to the hunt, hail to the great old god
Hircine the hunter the great white stag, the god of the hunt and the wild.
Your will is his, his will yours, you are his hound tonight.

PRE-CHOURUS

You are now his.
His to control.
You can’t escape.
Escape his grasp.

CHOURUS

Blood, Red, Moon.
Shining High.
Above, The, Land.
Of solstheim his.
Name, Shall, Be.
Forever.
Known, Throughout.
This land

BRIDGE

Hircine the hunter
The great white stag
Bless me with your power
Bestow upon me your gift

PRE-CHOURUS

You are now his.
His to control.
You can’t escape.
Escape his grasp.

CHOURUS

Blood, Red, Moon.
Shining High.
Above, The, Land.
Of solstheim his.
Name, Shall, Be.
Forever.
Known, Throughout.
This land