A black stripe at the horizon like a thunderstorm
Slowly but unstoppable it approaches, the army of darkness
Fear spreads across the faces, they call them the lawless
The henchmen of evil, the henchmen of evil
The hoof-beats resound down the hill
As the riders invade into the village
They murder and plunder and set the huts on fire
The people run for cover, without a chance of resistance
Never before he was ever seen
No one knows just where he came from
It is unknown where his path will lead him
That's why they call him the STRANGER
Never before he was ever seen
No one knows just where he came from
He seems both enigma and secret
That's why they call him the STRANGER
After a few moments the battle is done
And as fast as they had appeared the forest takes up the warriors into its profound thicket
It is those woods from which one day a rider will reveal merely known as the STRANGER
Majestically he thrones in his saddle
The iron of his sword flashes in the sunlight
High above on his proud horse he seems to see the world with different eyes
Never before he was ever seen
No one knows just where he came from
It is unknown where his path will lead him
That's why they call him the STRANGER
Never before he was ever seen
No one knows just where he came from
He seems both enigma and secret
That's why they call him the STRANGER