When doors lie open at halloween
On glimmering hills in lands unseen
The oldest of all that the world gave birth

Ride again through the hills of earth

Long before the word was spoken

No one scarred or promise broken
From dust before the first day's sun
The children of the twilight come


When the grey storms rose on the windy plain
And the Corn Mother sang for the springing grain

They carved the chalk downs on the hill
The Grey Horse rode and it's riding still


When the eagles came with their wings outspread
And the hard roads rang to the legions dread
The wall ran straight from coast to coast

Under the starlight rode the Host

When they came from the north with their axe and plow

And the one-eyed god hung from the bough
Nine nights between the earth and sky


These are the hosts come riding by

When clambering bells and chanting priests

Proclaimed the dead god from the east
And churches rose on every hand
Still the Grey Host rode the land


When gold was god and labor cheap
And they herded men like dogs herd sheep

Through furnace, glare and smoky mill
The Grey Host rode and it's riding still


Through towered blocks and littered streets
Where sirens wail and dottirs sleep
Where hope lives god only knows

All the gods died long ago

Still the Grey Host rides through the dead of night

And the city's a shadow unto their sight
For beyond the mist of centuries
Still shine the stars and the ancient tree


Out of the darkness
On the road where the debt is run

Cold as moonlight
Terrible as the sun