Ghosts Roam - Black Tusk

On they ride through

The mist side by side

Defend the land shadows

March on to their last stand

Hear the cry

Fear no man

Spirits guide the hand

Was their right

No end in sight

Rise to fall stories

Will tell of what was saw

Forever the ghosts will roam

Onward through time

Without a home

Aim be true

See sorrows through

How they die

Die with pride

Truth be told

On what was stone

How they die

Die with pride