Have you seen the riders on their horses
As they were riding through the night?
Their bright eyes were shining so mighty
Though they still were tired from the fight
Where do they come from?
Where do they go?
They are so different from you
You'll never know...
Their hearts are of fire
Their souls are so true
They are men of honour
Not false ones like you!
Did you hear the distant thunder raging
And the ravens croaking in the fields?
Did you see the proud eyes of those swordsmen?
Did you see the signs on their big shields?
They came from somewhere
Out from the dark
Like a bright fire
Out from a small spark...
If you haven't seen them
Or if you think they're bad
If you think they're dangerous
Then you must be mad!
Then rot in your own world!
Then you'll never see
The proud swordsmen riding
Riding with me!
Pray to your weak god
Hate and ignorance;
Yes, you will die lonely
But I will die in the arms
Of my friends...