Thundering down, from the mountain you ride
Clutching a sword made of steel
The ones you call friends, they all left you for dead
Alone on the battlefield

Many were at [bad word] 
Renegade souls on [bad word] 
Holding each life in your hand
Living for all and for one

Shining, into the night you are riding
Through the darkness and light you are flying
With the wind in your hair
The flight of the warrior

 [bad word] with revenge from which on one can hide
Into their midst you [bad word] 
face from the grave is the last thing they'll see
And die with your name on their tongues

Many were at [bad word] 
Renegade souls on [bad word] 
Holding each life in your hand
Living for all and for one

Shining, into the night you are riding
Through the darkness and light you are flying
With the wind in your hair
The flight of the warrior

Thundering down, from the mountain you ride
Clutching a sword made of steel
The ones you call friends, they all left you for dead
Alone on the battlefield

Many were at [bad word] 
Renegade souls on [bad word] 
Holding each life in your hand
Living for all and for one

Shining, into the night you are riding
Through the darkness and light you are flying
With the wind in your hair
The flight of the warrior