English translation of lyrics:
We call your wolves
And call your spear
We call all twelve
Down from heaven to us here.
Above we call you.
Now comes the Wild Hunt,
Now let the horn resound,
For the dead do not lament.
The enemy has fallen
Before the morning breaks.
The prey has no name,
The enemy no face,
The carcass no seed;
Righteous is the court of justice.
The harvest is past,
The chaff is daily sold,
The ravens now demand
The portion they are due.
The hunt has begun:
Now, Lord, your Heil sustains us!
(Trans. Michael Moynihan)