Mighty Friends

Have you seen the riders on their horses,

as they were riding through the night?

Their bright eyes were shining so mighty,

though they still were tired from the fight.

Where do they come from?

Where do they go?

They are so different from you,

you'll never know...

Their hearts are of fire,

their souls are so true,

they are men of honour,

not false ones like you!

Did you hear the distant thunder raging

and the ravens croaking in the fields?

Did you see the proud eyes of those swordsmen?

Did you see the signs on their big shields?

They came from somewhere

out from the dark,

like a bright fire

out from a small spark...

If you haven't seen them

or if you think they're bad,

if you think they're dangerous

then you must be mad!

Then rot in your own world!

Then you'll never see

the proud swordsmen riding,

riding with me!

Pray to your weak god,

hate and ignorance;

Yes, you will die lonely,

but I will die in the arms

of my friends...