The Hunt of Gwyn ap Nudd
Cinematic Celtic blackened death doom metal. Fusion of black metal shrieks, death metal growls, and powerful melodic Welsh-toned male vocals. Terrifying spoken intro and outro, clear and polished. Lyrics tell of Gwyn ap Nudd, king of Annwn and master of the Wild Hunt, towering with stag skull crown, one black eye and one pale blue. He rides with the spectral hounds Cŵn Annwn, white with red ears, hunting souls through swamps, serpents, vipers, and into the Otherworld. Epic Celtic horror synths, choirs, war drums, crwth, bagpipes, harp, and flute layered with heavy doom riffs, black metal tremolo, and death chugs. Keep runtime under 8 minutes and perform full lyrics.
The Hunt of Gwyn ap Nudd
Cinematic Celtic blackened death doom metal. Fusion of black metal shrieks, death metal growls, and powerful melodic Welsh-toned male vocals. Terrifying spoken intro and outro, clear and polished. Lyrics tell of Gwyn ap Nudd, king of Annwn and master of the Wild Hunt, towering with stag skull crown, one black eye and one pale blue. He rides with the spectral hounds Cŵn Annwn, white with red ears, hunting souls through swamps, serpents, vipers, and into the Otherworld. Epic Celtic horror synths, choirs, war drums, crwth, bagpipes, harp, and flute layered with heavy doom riffs, black metal tremolo, and death chugs. Keep runtime under 8 minutes and perform full lyrics.
Lyrics
Intro (spoken, terrifying)
Gwyn ap Nudd, king of Annwn
Master of the Wild Hunt
One black eye, one pale blue
A stag’s skull crowns his brow
His shoulders vast as mountains
His face darker than the night
The hounds of Annwn howl
White as death, ears red with blood
Every soul shall fall into his grasp
And he comes for your soul.
(Verse 1)
From the mists of Cymru’s moorlands
He rides on hounds with burning eyes
A crown of shadows, steel and sorrow
Where the serpent and the viper rise
Through the hollow hills they thunder
Past rivers black with ancient blood
The howling storm announces terror
The herald of the endless flood
The Wild Hunt storms in thunder
Through forests black and skies of flame
The fae bow down in trembling silence
Whispering their master’s name.
(Verse 2)
He walks where death has spoken
Through the marsh where time decays
The souls of fallen warriors tremble
Led astray by his ghostly gaze
The gates of Annwn shudder
The air is filled with rotting cries
A host of pale and broken figures
Dragging chains beneath the skies
His crown is carved from silence
His throne of bone and stone
Annwn’s gates swing open wide
And none return alone.
(Verse 3)
His form is vast, a beast of power
With shoulders broad as mountain stone
A stag’s skull gleams upon his forehead
A lord of shadows, death, and bone
His face is veiled in smoke and cinders
One black eye, one of ice cold flame
The hounds howl louder at his presence
And mortals shudder at his name.
(Verse 4)
The vipers writhe in endless rivers
The swamplands breathe a poison breath
The twisted trees bear fruits of mourning
The roots are watered deep in death
He hunts beneath the blood red heavens
His horn resounds through starless skies
The souls of kings and nameless beggars
Are equal prey before his eyes.
(Verse 5)
His hands are claws of winter thunder
His voice a storm that cracks the plain
His breath is mist, a frost of poison
His steps are carved in grief and pain
The Wild Hunt follows where he beckons
Their cries a dirge of endless dread
The pale blue fire of his vision
Calls both the living and the dead.
(Pre-Chorus)
O keeper of the dead
O guide through realms of dread
Your chariot splits the night
No soul escapes your sight.
(Chorus)
Gwyn ap Nudd, O Lord of the Wild
Hunter of souls, king of the night
From Annwn’s gates the echoes resound
The cry of the hounds, the curse of the ground
Gwyn ap Nudd, ruler of flame
Whispering death, no mortal can tame
Where vipers coil and the swamplands breathe
Your kingdom calls we cannot leave.
(Bridge chant-like)
In Annwn the souls are crying
In darkness the Hunt still lives
In shadow the hounds are calling
No soul resists, no soul forgives.
(Breakdown growled)
Spears of fire, war drums pound
The howls of hounds shake the ground
The Otherworld opens, a venomous breath
Welsh king of shadows lord of death.
(Final Chorus)
Gwyn ap Nudd, O Lord of the Wild
Hunter of souls, king of the night
From Annwn’s gates the echoes resound
The cry of the hounds, the curse of the ground
Gwyn ap Nudd, ruler of flame
Whispering death, no mortal can tame
Where vipers coil and the swamplands breathe
Your kingdom calls we cannot leave.
Outro (spoken, terrifying)
The Wild Hunt never ends
The hounds of Annwn howl
Red-eared, white as death
One black eye, one pale blue
The stag’s skull gleams upon his brow
His hand reaches for your soul
And none can escape Gwyn ap Nudd.
(Created By (𖤐𝕃𝕆ℕ𝔼𝕎𝕆𝕃𝔽𖤐) (2025)