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Night descends on Northumbrian moors, devils prowl in the dark

You cannot run, the Reivers have come, on they hunt for blood

Winds of death from the hills they blow, suffocating hope

The wardens turn their gaze away, the clansmen rule the wastes

No crown or god commands them

The Borderlands they roam

Lords of a lawless land

On blackened steeds they ride, The moonlight be their guide

Their foes are cut down to bone, and blood cascades the stones

The Derwent flows crimson red, the hills scream with death

Dawn breaks they fade to mist, like phantoms in the wind

No crown or god commands them

The Borderlands they roam

Lords of a lawless land