Don't seize your pride Raised on horse hide Wolves' teeth hawkeye Eight feet ten high In the meadow, in the dark We took the blood from their hide We took the blood from their hide Hard feet cold knives Led by moonlight Four sons four wives In the meadow in the dark We took the blood from their hide We took the blood from their hide Everything's better in the dark We turn the sun from the fire We turn the sun from the stars Everything's better in the dark We turn the sun from the stars We turn the sun from the stars In the meadow in the dark We took the blood from their hide We took the blood from their hide