1. A Song For Strangers
Two riders in a foreign land;
One had a bright sword in his hand,
The other's staff was stout and true-
Two riders, both decked out in blue.
The swordsman's face was stern and proud,
Dressed in robes as dark as midnight.
The other's robes were like the sky
When over all the Sun shines bright.
Two riders in a foreign land
When they heard a most dreadful tale;
Of monstrous deeds beneath the Earth
And a Thing from beyond the Pale.
A Dark Lord dwelt in a temple,
His followers scourged the land.
The riders came to reckoning-
This wickedness they should not stand!
To the temple came the riders
Their faithful steeds they did dismount.
The mighty horses, they surmised
Should not suffer on their account.
The swordsman clasped his brother's hand
And swore a mighty oath so true-
That Evil should be crushed that day
Though it mean his own crushing too.
The rider with the staff agreed
And swore a great oath of his own
That Darkness should fall before them
Though it might crush his ev'ry bone.
Two brothers in a foreign land,
One with a bright sword in his hand.
The other's staff was stout and true;
Two Wizards, both decked out in blue...
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