Outside on a winter's night, when the rain begins to fall,
there's a chill in the air and the howl of the wolf while the rain beats at the door.
Seven kings will ride on the wind, up towards the mountain's height.
And the only sound that will break the air is the warrior's bitter cry.
When the dawn of a new day will see the light, then the strongest hearts grow old,
and the warrior stands on top of the hill in the snow
Dark night with a glimmering light in the distance up ahead,
in the forest they dwell with a misty spell, no one heard what once was said.
And the eagle flies through the clouds while the earth bleeds dark and cold
When the voices of men will ring out again all creation shall unfold
When the color of night will fade to light, then the weakest hearts grow cold,
And the warrior stands on top of the hill in the snow
And we're standing one and all, fighting until we fall, hoping for a better day
Never giving in until we find the words, until we find the words to say
Burning starfire, shine in the sky for the lives of great men who stand by your side
When the night falls, on we will ride, for no lost souls will live on forever
Dark night on the valley below, still the horsemen follow through.
There's a forest that leads to the foot of the hill that, inside, the magic holds
Seven strong, they ride on along to the place where sorrow lies.
And the shadows of the night will no longer hide, all their mysteries come undone