Ride Out With Me


Against this reckless hate we stand
To protect what is left of our barren land.

Our time, it dwindles, and our allies grow thin.
We cannot hold much longer as they enemy breaks in.

What can we do to hold back this force?
Go out and meet them, or turn from our course?

Once more shall a horn ever sound in the deep
As we follow our leader defending our keep?

A red sun is rising; we must make our stand,
Or die ourselves fighting at our enemy's hand.

So Ride out with me.
Ride out with me.
For death and glory,
Ride out with me.