Mallt-y-Nos
Dark cinematic fusion of death metal, doom, and black metal with eerie Celtic synths and authentic Welsh folk instruments (triple harp, crwth, flute). Haunting but polished sound, clear mix, epic intensity. Dual vocals: Welsh-tone male melodic rock/metal vocals and female melodic rock/metal vocals, with layered growls for emphasis. Male and female swap verses, answering each other, while choruses are sung together for power. Vocals must only perform the provided lyrics exactly as written (spoken intro, verses, choruses, bridge, outro). The song tells the legend of Mallt-y-Nos, “Matilda of the Night,” a cruel noblewoman cursed to ride forever in the Wild Hunt. She is a spectral hag who rides a black horse with Arawn, Lord of the Otherworld, and the hounds of Annwn, hunting lost souls across the valleys of Cymru. The lyrics describe her eternal curse, fiery eyes, hounds tearing souls apart, her laughter of doom, and the endless chase of death. Under 8 minutes, cinematic, terrifying,
Mallt-y-Nos
Dark cinematic fusion of death metal, doom, and black metal with eerie Celtic synths and authentic Welsh folk instruments (triple harp, crwth, flute). Haunting but polished sound, clear mix, epic intensity. Dual vocals: Welsh-tone male melodic rock/metal vocals and female melodic rock/metal vocals, with layered growls for emphasis. Male and female swap verses, answering each other, while choruses are sung together for power. Vocals must only perform the provided lyrics exactly as written (spoken intro, verses, choruses, bridge, outro). The song tells the legend of Mallt-y-Nos, “Matilda of the Night,” a cruel noblewoman cursed to ride forever in the Wild Hunt. She is a spectral hag who rides a black horse with Arawn, Lord of the Otherworld, and the hounds of Annwn, hunting lost souls across the valleys of Cymru. The lyrics describe her eternal curse, fiery eyes, hounds tearing souls apart, her laughter of doom, and the endless chase of death. Under 8 minutes, cinematic, terrifying,
Lyrics
Intro – Spoken
The night opens with a scream that tears through the hills
She was once a noblewoman of cruelty
Her joy was the suffering of the weak
Her hunger was the endless chase
She wished to hunt forever
And the wish was heard not by Heaven
But by the abyss.
Now she rides where no living soul dares to tread
Her horse a shadow, her hounds born of fire
And every scream is her prey.
Verse 1
Rider of shadows, teeth in the dark
Cloaked in the thunder of hoofbeats that spark
Mallt-y-Nos calls from the edge of the moor
With the pack of Annwn at eternity’s door
Her whip cracks the silence, the night splits in two
The stars bow in terror when her shadow rides through.
Chorus
Wraith of the hunt, the cursed wind’s song
Bound to the night where the lost belong
Matilda of fire, eternal in sin
The Wild Hunt begins let the chase draw us in.
Verse 2
Once was a noble, cruel in her game
Blood on the saddle, glory in flame
She wished for the hunt beyond mortal breath
Now bound to forever the hunter in death
The forest remembers, the valleys still weep
Her vow to the darkness no mortal can keep.
Verse 3
Through valleys of Cymru the hoofbeats resound
Her laughter is thunder, her curse unbound
Arawn rides beside her, the underworld’s lord
Together they harvest the souls of the bored
The cry of her hounds is a doorway to pain
No soul ever hunted shall be whole again.
Chorus
Wraith of the hunt, the cursed wind’s song
Bound to the night where the lost belong
Matilda of fire, eternal in sin
The Wild Hunt begins let the chase draw us in.
Verse 4
Eyes like embers, hollow with hate
She drags the unwilling to a spectral fate
Her hounds are the shadows, their jaws are the flame
Once you are hunted, you’ll never remain
The cold of her passing will blacken the dawn
Her curse is forever, her mercy long gone.
Verse 5
The forests are screaming, the rivers run black
The echo of terror, no soul turning back
Her whip cracks the night, her cloak shrouds the sky
The earth shakes in torment the stars will not rise
The winds speak her name, the ground shakes with dread
The living are prey, and she feasts on the dead.
Bridge
Echoes of Cymru, cries through the trees
The hag of the mountain rides black on the breeze
Hounds of Annwn tear through the night
No soul shall escape, no dawn brings the light
The valleys are tombs, the moors are her stage
The world is her hunting ground, bound by her rage.
Verse 6
Hear the baying the pack will consume
The valley’s filled with echoes of doom
She is the curse that eternity chose
Forever the huntress, Mallt-y-Nos
Her laughter is famine, her eyes are decay
She rides without ending no soul slips away.
Final Chorus
Wraith of the hunt, the cursed wind’s song
Bound to the night where the lost belong
Matilda of fire, eternal in sin
The Wild Hunt begins the dead are her kin
Wraith of the night, the rider of pain
Forever she hunts and forever shall reign.
Outro – Spoken
The sky trembles with her voice
The ground breaks beneath her hounds
Every valley echoes her curse
Every mountain hides her shadow
You may pray for mercy
But mercy has no place here
The hunt is eternal
The hunt is endless
And when you hear the howl of her hounds
Your soul is already hers.
(Created By (𖤐𝕃𝕆ℕ𝔼𝕎𝕆𝕃𝔽𖤐) (2025)