Hitherto great lamentations consume us
Garland feigning on the crowns of gnomes peril
Heralders don hooves in homage and brave tales
Saints rue the black sacrament final and solemn
On White Horses
Children of the first throne
On White Horses
Our king lives forevermore
Banners garnish, spinsters bury looms in bugs
Boughs and boons move old heroes toward angels
The spirit sweetens much the taste of new seekers
Fortitude has served the bridesmaids of hallmark
On White Horses
Children of the first throne
On White Horses
Our king lives forevermore
Onward we go through the hills, through the snow
Our Lord for us who could be against us