An infamous Dartmoor legendů
Forget the red-coat horsemen seeking out the fox,
For there is one who hunts for greater prey…
A master of each midnight, commanding ghostly hounds,
Dewer rides his pack at death of day.
When the gales scream out with dreadful premonition,
The voices of lost souls are borne within;
Victims of the master, calling out a warning:
"Beware the Wisht Hounds and their dreadful din!"

Dewer and his Wisht Hounds ride the blackness of the night
With spectral forms drifting by their side.
Raging o'er the Moors, they seek a human quarry;
So find that secret place where you may hide.

Listen to Ben Campbell sing a verse of the song