Mount your stag, my sword is waiting

A duel, we're gonna have it out

Follow paths where the night lets you travel

Through frost and the echoing shouts

Ride alone and listen for reason

The wind whispers something to you

The son of a savage, the son of a snake

They had you for something to do

You've come close, the quillotine missed you

You ran from the Crown with their gold

The Round Table met, and chose me to find you

A chalenge is all you've been told

I wait alone, no armour to shield me

The thunder slows to a fade

My cold eyes staring to the edge of the silver

Lightning strikes the blade

The tension's in the air tonight

The night sky tempts the dare

I can feel the distant fight

You're nearing from out there

The silence of my second sight

Last rites, only fear

I'm young and you're old but the age doesn't matter

I'm hard, I can take it, the cold night drops the rain

Never question ontold secrets, never guess what you won't gain

I'm the lastting storm to break you, you'll swallow my sword and it's pain

I've longed for the moment with passion and fury

To watch as you cry out in pain

Take a last look at the sky when you've lost

When your shadow no longer remains

Our eyes meet as strangers, no fear of the dangers

The sparks kly, our swords strike as fire

All that you hear are your worst dying fears

Afraid of my passing desire

You drop from the dark, shaking from the answer

You strike to fight the sky, yes I'm in the way

It burns and takes all, life and what you wanted

Where's your spirit drifting, it's left you here to stay

I've longed for the fire that's burning towards you

The fool is caught in the flame

Take a last look at my eyes the reflection

Unreason is rising again

You've met the deadline, now back, to the king's wine

Ride and return what you stole

You'll never see, what the last rites can be

Last rites only fair to your soul

Daylight is breaking, I am alive, you've lost with no time to tell

The silence has faded, the Queen has arrived

They've witnessed your journey to hell

That lonely temper crawls, the loser's the first one that falls

First you feel pain then you feel nothing at all

The chains that bind you are held by the captor

The one you once tried to decieve

I head down the path where our challenge began

Take a last look as I leave

The wind has lifted the rain, The Black Sword has been slain

I'm forever, and I'll ride my horse again