Great peril awaits us beyond the Black River
Summoned by the beating of drums
Our number is few and our errand is dire

We do what must be done

At the bidding of the high priest

The tribes gather for war
Evil sorcery is unleashed
Upon the opposite shore


Make your stand with great hound
The frontier is lost

Black waters lie before you
Together you cross


Take heart!
Do not fear
Though you know

Your death nears

We shall build you a cairn beyond the Black River

Where no one will disturb you rest
There you shall lay in your helm and your harness
With your sword across your breast


Now take a quick moment to answer this question
As the ferry approaches the shore

Will you have the coin to pay for your passage
And the courage to take up the oar?