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Where is the rider?

Where is the drum?

Where is the kingdom, what has the land become?

Lost in the shadows;

The trappings of fear

A king paralysed by a mind made unclear

The golden hall is rotting

The cobwebs shall grow

The glory days of ages past buried by the snow

Where is our leader?

What has he become?

Where are the riders; we all fall one by one

We stand alone now

No aid from friends of old

No salvation from elvenkind; no men from northern cold

A treacherous road we walk now

To find that crumbling keep

A place in which we cannot hide, cannot escape defeat

The horror marches onward

Those demons from our fears

Courage cannot stand and fight; this doom of men is clear

Spears shall be broken

Shields shall break and fall

Bodies ripped and bodies torn; the ending of us all

Arrows fly in darkness

Death rains from the air

The tears of heaven falling down, echoing despair

The fires of the new world

Cast apart the old

Warfare like none ever dreamed; these horrors are untold

We stand together, facing the horror

Holding our steel to fight the terror

Marching forever till my dying day

Evil may triumph, we will not quiet

In our hearts we are defiant

Fight for our freedom till we win the day

And in the bloodshed,

With death abound

The men of riddermark shall hear the morning sound

Look to the east hill

Look to the sun

The loyal men return; the time at last has come

Hope is rekindled

Light shines on them

Can men reclaim the land, and rule it once again?

Yet in this moment

Of glory not defeat

The wizard’s warning has begun, the world is far from free

We stand together, facing the horror

Holding our steel to fight the terror

Marching forever till my dying day

Evil may triumph, we will not quiet

In our hearts we are defiant

Fight for our freedom till we win the day