Twas down the way
One fateful morn
Towards dreary lands rode I
When out of mist and darkest shroud brothers I knew strode by
No lies did come no hateful thrums
Did sound their dread tattoo
But in their wake wisdom I would take
From those dreary and few

Right proudly high our hopes did rise
Though the dark waged its war
Twas better to stride side by side
Then fall alone on forgotten shores

And from the plaines of forgotten woes
Strong men would come and go
And while we'd run the dark would come
And chill us right down to our bones

Twas hatred bayed our bonds did...