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Lights of torches glow along the mountainside

A dangerous path to walk on a dark winter's night

Shadows on the run seeking safe haven

Across the alpine pass

Racing though the gorge, headsmen of fate

Wolves under the cross, relentless in their chase

Lake and torrent, awake, arise

Silence the horrors of the black riders' cry

The sound of horses

The shouts of soldiers

Bayonets and muskets

Ready to kill

In the valley below

The raid has begun

Nowhere to hide

Nowhere to run

There's no escape

We have to cross the lake

Faster and faster through storm and ice

Drawing ever closer, their prey within sight

Lake and torrent, hear the call

Into deep waters the black riders fall

Drowning in darkness, fear in their eyes

Under the surface, the black riders' cry forever enshrined