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