Verse 1 Rider came through morning frost Horse like thunder on the stone Eyes that told of something lost Fear no warrior should have known Verse 2 Village fire burned too bright Smoke that crawled into the dawn Something terrible that night Left the quiet village gone Chorus Bad news rides the northern wind Ashes fall like winter rain War begins where peace had been Blood will wash away the pain Verse 3 Elders whisper ancient signs Shadows move along the wall Something dark across the brine Has begun its silent call Chorus Bad news rides the northern wind Ashes fall like winter rain War begins where peace had been Blood will wash away the pain
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