Ere the moon has climbed the mountain, ere the rocks are ribbed with light, When the downward-dipping trails are dank and drear, Comes a breathing hard behind thee - snuffle-snuffle through the night - It is Fear, O Little Hunter, it is Fear!
A Hold a hegyre kúszott, fénybordás lett a szirt, hideg nyirok diderget búvó ösvényeken, horkanva-szimatolva egy lehelet legyint: a félelem, kicsiny vadász, a félelem!hunglish hunglish