The horseman, the knight
Riding through the dusk night
With his diamond armored horse
And his deep steeled javelin.

Through the dark night
In the shadows of the fights
The monsters and the deaths
And the burnt out hearths.

The houses are burnt
And the fools or cunts
Being foolish and idiotic
In ye' old Tavern.

Doing nothing about it
Not a care in their mind
Why O' Why
Do they do this to their wives and children?