The dark lord will ride in his rags on this morbid new day 

The village of wisemen consulting each other to pray 

There is no hope left in the stars to save them at hand 

On this black day only blood will flow 

Through the white sand 



I'm a proud warrior sunken low 

I've got no place to go 

I can run, I can steal, I can hide 

But you know I'll never lose my pride 



You can see me in the forest at night 

With my eyes wide open and my leather pulled tight 

You can see me in the village at dawn 

Hiding in the shadows with my battle-beak drawn