WHISPER UNTO ME THE NAME THAT I ONCE LOVED

THE GLORIOUS BEAUTY THAT BEKNIGHTED MY SOUL IN DARKNESS

BLOODSHED! IN BATTLE HER NAME I DEFENDED

THROUGHOUT COUNTLESS WARS

ALL BATTLE SCARS WERE MENDED,

BUT NOT MY HEART, FROZEN AND FRAGILE, BROKEN LIKE GLASS

AS THE MOON RISES OVER EACH MOUNTAIN I PASS

FALLING EVER DOWNWARD INTO A LAND DEVOID OF SUN

AS COLD WINDS HIT LIKE ICE, MY LIFE IS UNDONE

CRY NOT FOR ME NOR FOR MY LOVELY QUEEN

CRY FOR THE OTHERS DOOMED TO REMAIN LIVING

A THUNDEROUS SOUND AS HOOVES SHAKE THE GROUND

ONWARD INTO BATTLES OBLIVIOUS TO ALL

STEEDS OF BLACK WITH KNIGHTS OF SILVER

INTO THE DARKNESS RIDE

CRUSADERS OF THE DARK COMETH FROM THE NIGHT

TO EXTINGUISH THY HOLY LIGHT