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Aged Beyond Decay - Herne the Hunter

“Herne the Hunter” is a mystical descent into English folklore, told through the ancient voice of Windsor Forest. It speaks of Herne — the ghostly antlered spirit who rides with the Wild Hunt, his chains rattling at midnight, his sorrow soaked into the roots of the oak. Betrayed in life and bound in death, Herne haunts the glades not as a villain, but as a phantom of honour and grief. The song becomes a warning whispered through branches — a tale of fate, betrayal, and the wild justice of nature. With tribal percussion, haunting vocals, and layers that shift from acoustic to distorted, the track conjures a storm beneath the canopy. It draws from pagan tradition and gothic intensity, letting the land itself sing of what it remembers… and what it fears may return. #HerneTheHunter #EnglishFolklore #FolkMetal #PaganRock #WildHunt #AgedBeyondDecay 🎧 Explore more music by Aged Beyond Decay on your favourite platform: ► Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/0lNgi... ► Apple Music:   / abd   ► Amazon Music: https://music.amazon.co.uk/artists/B0... ► Deezer: https://www.deezer.com/en/artist/2856... ► YouTube Music:    / aged beyond decay - topic   Explore more at https://linktr.ee/AgedBeyondDecay Follow Aged Beyond Decay on social media: Instagram:   / agedbeyonddecay   Facebook:   / agedbeyonddecay   Twitter:   / agedbeyonddecay   TikTok:   / agedbeyonddecay   If you enjoyed this content, please give it a thumbs up, share your thoughts in the comments, and subscribe for more music from ABD! Music produced by Andy Bolton with the assistance of artificial intelligence technology. All lyrics are original and handwritten, with minimal AI support to enhance phrasing and flow. #AgedBeyondDecay #ABD #ABDMusic #AndyBolton #RockMusic #AlternativeRock #DarkRock #IndependentArtist #NewMusic #Songwriting #EmotionalMusic Lyrics: I whisper through branches at midnight’s hymn Beneath the oak in the deepest gloom Its tangled roots cradle secrets dim Where Herne wanders far from his tomb He prowls through the glade with menace awoken Beneath ancient branches the cold silence creeps My oak stands trembling as dawn is now broken And cattle’s white milk to crimson it seeps In the hush of the grove an old spirit grieves, By the foot of the oak where daylight recedes. He rides with his hounds where the night wind is fanned Through shadows where moonlight and mystery play My oak holds his secret, eternal and grand Till first light of morning will whisk him away He moves through the glade with the cadence of fate By the breath of the woods and the sway of the trees The oak holds our secrets and pardons our hate As never beyond it our sorrow shall cease Beneath moonlit boughs, the silence takes hold, And old oaken songs keep their secrets untold. Betrayed by the crown, he stands on the moor Clad in great antlers, the forest his home At midnight he rattles the chains evermore He rides with the Wild Hunt, unceasing to roam He rests by the oak in the hush of the night A phantom of honour and sorrow made whole The forest still trembles ‘neath pale silver light And carries his story on whispers of soul In the hush of the grove, old legends abide, Guarded by the oak where their truths still reside.