With the horses that you ride, 
And the feelings left inside,  [bad word] a time you need to leave all that behind, 
Well they claim they'd like to know, 
Anyone could let you go, 
And the people gather round for the last show, 

Well there is a reward, 
To live and die by the sword, 
Well they tried [bad word] you, 
But you left it all behind, 
All the worldly possessions, 
Are left for recollection, 
And finally it's all gone! 

They're releasing all the hounds, 
What is lost can still be found, 
When you have but found your feet here on the ground, 
Well there's those who choose [bad word] Following the setting sun, 
And now it seems the journey has begun, 

Well there is a reward, 
To live and die by the sword, 
Well they tried [bad word] you, 
But you left it all behind, 
All the worldly possessions, 
Are left for recollection, 
And finally it's all gone! 

With the horses that you ride, 
And the feelings left inside,  [bad word] a time you need to leave it all behind, 

Well there is no reward, 
To live and die by the sword, 
Well they tried [bad word] you, 
But you left it all behind, 
All the worldly possessions, 
Are left for recollection, 
And finally it's all gone!