Noiseless, swift and fluid
When the silver rooftops a perfect moonshine
Alas all things has crept in their burrows
Galloping of the night riders.
Faceless as that who begets them
'ere the blazing one has hid himself
Sent to take what is promised to him
Galloping of the night riders.
The maidens sigh all distance heard
Time, unmoving iced still
The crones smile, arms ever wide
Now the promise is done
Galloping of the night raiders
Of nothing yet became
Of shadows nightmare be heard
Yet undying in the silver light
They gallop bellow the moon.