One hundred thousand metal years ago
The riders of the four winds they will know
That in this final battle they would feel
The glory of the magnifying steel

Driven by nature's giving that is hope
The village praid for victory and more
They went to war riding their noble steeds
The search for virgins answered to their needs

Chorus: so ride riders ride
The horses on your charriot
Will not be pleased to bury you
Ride riders ride
Stand up for the sons of lioth

They placed their swords in many maidens lap
The legend's still alive it keeps coming back
Allthough the sorceror's words foretell no good
These men still struggle on just like they should

The battlefield that stands behind the hills
A prophecy of blood and many kills

Chorus

One hundred thousand metal years ago
The riders of the four winds they will know
That in this final battle they would feel
The glory of the magnifying steel

The battlefield that stands behind the hills
A prophecy of blood and many kills
Lightning strikes and thunder will announce
The blowing of the four winds, struggle dawns

Chorus

Ride riders ride...
Stand up for the sons of lioth
Ride riders ride