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 thoughr 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