Sound the alarm, sound the alarm On the horizon, an on-coming storm With the Sun the Dawn Riders approach Black bandit masked and billowing cloaks Their sabers are sharp, make no mistake Sound the alarm and close the gate Black stallions of nightmare standing sixteen...
Take me back to the times of Arthur And of Merlin and the Sword in the Stone To the time of Bards chanting tales to chill your bones Take me back to the Celts of old Where the music ran deep and touched your soul Take me back to the time of Knights Where words had...
