We do not know what is in store;

We do not see the future, no more;

Rain washes away, the pains of yesterday;

A river of tears carries memories away;

We cannot tell you, what shall be done;

We cannot tell you, where to run;

The Seer is gone, the Seer no more;

Her voice is heard no more;

The Seer is dead, leaving us in dark;

She's gone from us; now make your marks;

Soldiers of fortune, that dared to tread;

Soldiers of fortune, which dared to dread;

Unsure is the call, the call to charge;

Quivering in boots, officers at large;

Sounds of arrows clinking on metal;

Sounds of men dying, sounds of men crying;

The future uncertain, the hearts are wavering;

Courage is no more, the present harrowing;

Arrows are flying, and vengeance is taken;

Who shall there be? Who shall awaken?

Red is the dawn, blood red the morning;

Those who survived are left in mourning;

Bodies lay broken, beaten and cut;

Bodies lay broken, lay down in the rut;