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Fly, from my hand Caladrius

Scout, the winding road ahead

The fog never seems to worry us anymore

They fear us once again

Can't you see the people are in need?

Redemption is at hand;

I feel it calling after me

The Mark of the Stormborn Riders

Sworn to jump through the fires

Written not in scrolls a soarer true

A sword or shield to see you through

We'll see it through

From the edges of the darkened plains

Pushed, but never lost the faith

We ride toward the beasts that

crossed the bounds of Renivore,

They know not what awaits,

Do you see the glow from

our lavaliers?

A warning resurrection nears

And if our horses do not fail, then

we will meet them in the vale

It's the beginning of the fight

The Mark of the Stormborn Riders

Sworn to jump through the fires

Stories written in scrolls a secret true

A sword or shield to see you through

They re the first wave from the dark

They emerge from the Other World

beyond the crypt

The gate, the patrol, the threshold for

the soul immortal

The biles dripping from their mouths,

evil in their eyes

Deadly hunger, claws and fangs

for which to feast

I pull my sword, the rage it glows

we gallop to the beasts

The day has come again when

we ride, driving fate to its knee