All Hallows Eve 1981 Rehearsal - Manilla Road

Halloween on the moors the moon burns full and bright

It seems we’ve been here before the fog creeps through 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

Annwyn is really there and will be for all time

The spirits of the dead 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 set you free

Oh I do hear the cries inside my hazy head

Eh The Rowan 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 Tor

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 Annwyn

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 Yeth lead on

The Wild Hunt has opened

The Gates of Avalon