The riders of doom were barbarian warriors 

With ruthless hearts as cold as the ice 

that cracked beneath the hoofs of the beasts they rode. 

They unleashed a veritable hell on earth, 

Lashing out with bottomless contempt 

For the over-civilized peoples 

Who feared the wild world beyond the walls of their cities. 

Power ruled their domain, and power lived, 

And took form in the steel that they wielded; 

Steel that hacked to death weaklings and cowards, 

Steel that earned them the spoils of war, 

Steel that proclaimed the highest law of nature: 

Might is right and woe to the vanquished! 

In life, the conqueror takes all!