The night comes down, and the moon is full. You run through the woods; there's no place to go. Up on the crags, out across the rills, There's no place to hide in these haunted hills! It's a hunter's moon — it's a hunter's moon! The night comes down; the moon is full. It's a hunter's moon! Your heart beats hard 'til the blood runs free. You drag it through the brush where no one will see. You wake in the morning, wish you were dead; There's a stain on your fingers and pain in your head. It's a hunter's moon — it's a hunter's moon! The night comes down; the moon is full! It's a hunter's moon! You're safe for a while 'til the month goes by, And you swear this time that you'd rather die. You wanna put an end to the pain and strife, But you know yourself; you'll never take your life. It's a hunter's moon — it's a hunter's moon! The night comes down; the moon is full! It's a hunter's moon... It's a hunter's moon — it's a hunter's moon!