Riding, riding across the plain,
See them riding home again.
Bright their shields, bright their chain—
The Thanes of Dragon's Fall.
They have gone where shadows creep.
Their blades a bloody harvest reap.
Another beast put fore'er asleep
By the Thanes of Dragon's Fall.
On their fingers gem rings gleam.
Of such baubles, the very cream
Falls into the hands, in a steady stream,
Of the Thanes of Dragon's Fall.
In a dark hall the Lady sits alone,
Her bright eyes gleam as white as bone.
Her dark spells a-hunting roam
For the Thanes of Dragon's Fall.
With cruel smile, a web she weaves.
From each Knight, his soul she cleaves.
Armored bones are all she leaves
Of the Thanes of Dragon's Fall.
Riding, riding, their skulls a-grin—
Past the gates, the Thanes ride in.
Sorcery now their souls doth spin
Of the Thanes of Dragon's Fall.
Ladies scream at the touch of bone,
As skeletal Thanes come riding home.
Undead now, fore'er to roam,
Are the Thanes of Dragon's Fall
Hear them riding, nearer outside.
Never sleeping, doomed to ride.
There's no place where you can hide
From the Thanes of Dragon's Fall.