Where are you riding to, Sir Knight?

Alone and armed for war?

If not to fight for right, Sir Knight

Then what are weapons for? Why do you hide your face, Sir Knight?

Within the face of iron?

The more you shield your eyes from light

The more you'll make them blind Turn your horse for home, Sir Knight

Your hawk and hounds are waiting

Your lady does not sleep at night

She fears the hand of fate tonight Turn your face towards the sun

And listen to the minutes run

Oh, can't you feel the warning breeze

And hear the whisper in the trees? Look behind you, man of iron

And your children call and do not find you

And a wall of silent laughter

Scorns the chorus of their cries Was this the end you chose, Sir Knight?

Was this why you were born so bright?

The wolves will chew your bones tonight

It is your brother's hand you hold so tight Your brother's blood, your brother's life

Your brother's love, your brother's knife