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And again, autumn opens the doors. For all sorts of tall tales and superstitions... Do you hear that? The snoring of the horses is getting closer and louder No hiding, no hiding tonight The Wild Hunting whip whistles like the wind So it was and so it will be in this world. While the water is running, the game is on.... Do you see? The crescent moon glitters like a dagger The quiver for arrows is filled with a striking sting And the shadow of the Hunter falls on the threshold, His silver-plated horn sounds While the sand is flowing, the game is on... Do you know? The human world is mired in adversity Here, as before, everything is idols, passions And there are many here with circumcised souls. The hunt is coming soon, the howl of a dog is heard While the blood is flowing, the game is on... Through the copper leaves, through time to the ford The hunter strives for us every year You can easily pass through the Samhain gate If you have a clear conscience... And again, autumn opens the doors. For all sorts of tall tales and superstitions...
Five horses wade through a serene river, surrounded by vibrant autumn foliage. The colorful trees reflect the warm tones of fall, creating a picturesque and tranquil natural scene.