There's a lonely moor

Where the icy winds cut sharper than steel

And a circle of stone

Rises high on a hill above the desolate field

That is where they make their home

For uncounted years

They've watched over the land with their tireless eyes

Striking hearts with fear

At the sound of their baneful and merciless cries

Six great dogs made of shadow

Swift and silent as they run

Once they catch your scent you'll wish

That you had never come

Oh, oh, beware the night hounds

For they will hunt you down

Stay far away from where they prowl

It's old forbidden ground

Oh, the legends tell

Of a wonderous wealth buried under the earth

Where the spirits dwell

But the mystery remains, protected and undisturbed

Many souls have sought their fortune

Tempted by the voice of greed

All have met their end among that foul

And marshy heath

Oh, oh, beware the night hounds

For they will hunt you down

Stay far away from where they prowl

It's old forbidden ground