[Intro - pure classical orchestra, no guitars] [Cello, harp and low strings] [Soft orchestral percussion] [Angelic female choir] Ahhh... Ahhh-ahhh... Oohhh... [Verse 1 - soft angelic female] Long was the night beneath the stone Cold were the halls of ancient kings Red ran the rain upon the walls And dark were all the tidings borne The horn was cracked The shield was torn The weary watched the eastern sky Yet beyond the cloud Beyond the hill A pale light stirred where shadows lie [Choir] Ahhh... Ahhh... [Female - softly] Turn now your eyes unto the East... [Silence] [Old male voice - deep and weathered] The hour has come. [Orchestral build - no metal] [Strings slowly rise] [Female] Upon the ridge Beneath the dawn A white-robed rider now appears The morning burns behind his staff And silver shines his ancient hair And from the hills A call is heard Then answers one And answers more Until the sleeping mountains wake And all the valley hears their call! [Old male voice] Ride now. [Strings accelerate] [Orchestral percussion builds] [Female choir rises] Ahhhhhhh... [Metal enters - cavalry charge] [Chorus - soaring female] RIDE, RIDERS OF THE GOLDEN HALL! The day has broken over all! Let spear and shield together ring! Let every voice beneath us sing! Down from the high and ancient land Ride now with morning at your hand! The night is spent! The shadows fly! [Old male voice] Ride! [Female] BENEATH THE BURNING SKY! [Galloping instrumental] [Strings, galloping drums and heavy guitars] [Verse 2 - female] Down from the ridge the horsemen came Like thunder loosed upon the vale Their spears were bright beneath the sun Their banners streamed upon the gale The hosts below looked to the height And there beheld the breaking day For where the White Rider descended Even shadow drew away [Old male voice] Forward. [Pre-Chorus - female] Awaken the stone! Let hill unto hill hear the call! The morning is crowned The riders descend And night shall no longer hold all! [Old male voice - commanding] Ride! [Chorus - soaring female] RIDE, RIDERS OF THE GOLDEN HALL! The day has broken over all! Let spear and shield together ring! Let every voice beneath us sing! Down from the high and ancient land Ride now with morning at your hand! The night is spent! The shadows fly! [Old male voice] Ride! [Female] BENEATH THE BURNING SKY! [Bridge - metal fades] [Return to cello, harp and ancient choir] [Female - soft] Old are the stones upon the hill Older the stars that watch them still Many a crown shall fade and fall Many a name be lost to years Yet while the morning finds the mountains And golden sunlight crowns the plain Though night may cover every road The dawn shall find the world again [Choir] Ahhh... Ahhh-ahhh... Ahhhhh... [Old male voice - quiet] Look now to the East. [Silence] [Orchestra begins enormous final rise] [Strings and orchestral percussion build] [Choir] Ahhhhhhhhh! [Old male voice] Ride with me. [Final charge - full symphonic metal] [Final Chorus - female] RIDE, RIDERS OF THE GOLDEN HALL! LET HOOF AND CRY AWAKE THE WALL! FROM MOUNTAIN HIGH TO DEEPING STONE LET MORNING CLAIM WHAT NIGHT HAS KNOWN! Raise now the spear! Let banners fly! The dawn is burning in the sky! [Old male voice] Ride! [Female] THE SHADOW BREAKS! [Old male voice] Ride! [Female - huge sustained belt] AND MORNING WAAAAAKES! [Outro - metal disappears] [Classical orchestra and angelic choir remain] [Cello, strings and harp carry the final melody] Ahhh... Ahhh-ahhh... Ahhhhh... [Female - distant and soft] The dawn shall find the world again...
