We call your wolves And call your spear We call all twelve Down from heaven to us here. Above all we call You. Now comes the wild hunt, Now let the horn resound, No lament for the dead. The enemy has already fallen Before the morning breaks. The prey has no name, The enemy no face, The carcass has 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 salvation Sustains us!