Soaked in the silver rain they rode through the woods. and crossed the rivers so deep. left at dusk, a trail of flames.
Reach up high to touch the sky, brothers in arms side by side. for the glory and victory and for the times soon to be.
The trail of flames will be our harbinger. Let the fire mark our words. our messenger on black wings,
Ride on for me my friends leaving nothing but ashes behind.
Although we're bonded by blood we're divided by the Lord's pride. Dishonouring we will not stand nor will God who stands by our side.