Ride Out

From the
Lands beyond the sky
At the dar end of the world
A dark horse shall drive
As a sign of dire peril
A storm is on the wind
Bringing thunder to the gates
Who will tremble sin the darkness
When it falls upon the day

There will come time
When they ate are sealed
Master of swords
Struck down by steel
The fiend in chains
Forever bound
The hour is here and now

For the cause of light
Many called but few are chosen
The task which lays before them
May lead them to their death
Not afraid to face the end
Should it mean a new deliverance
Arising to the charge
Through the fires of bloody conquest