Far away lands beckon my name
The way, the path is such a game
Far away lands beckon my sword
A silent oath, an unspoken word
I heed the call
A champion who will not fall
Past Serpent’s Sea lies unknown fate
Ancient and present, transparent date

I hear their boasting, eternal lies
Cursed, cursed, all doomed to die
In darkness throats I shall slit
Upon the fens, in darkness I sit
Boasting and false worth of gold
Honour, honour, forever sold
The Rider, the Rider, beckons my hand
Deeds, deeds, of one to stand

A mountain to guard all I shall rule
I answer the call, to serve only fools
Decadent and weak are those I shield
Bear and the Wolf, Oak of the Field
Frenzied foe, Giant of foulest deed
In flesh I shall carve my eternal creed
Answer, I answer the call of the lame
I choose…