[Strophe 1:]

In the cold of the night, in darkness we hide.

Waiting to come out and slaughter.

Making no noise will leave them no choice.

The can not run away.



[Bridge:]

All our warriors waiting deep inside (the) Forrest.

I wait until I hear (the) command.

Deep in my heart I feel the pathos of war.



[Chorus:]

Ride Silent!

They don't know we're here.

Ride Silent!

So they can't hear.

Ride Silent!

When surpise is on our side all the enemies die.

Ride Silent!



[Strophe 2:]

Their women are crying when we're coming out.

They don't know what happened.

We cut off their heads when they come out their beds,

Before they reach their weapons.



[repeat Bridge]



[repeat Chorus]