Rid I Natt! Songtext
von Windthrow

Yet again the weary farmer toils
Under the pale old setting sun
And his hands turn numb
For every grueling deed done

His blood and sweat stains the soil
In yet another furrow ploughed
And upon an ashen crown
A swart raven augurs of war

"The chime doth toll
Deep in a man′s soul
As the time draws near
To change the plough for the spear
Beware the tyrant's hand
For it reaches far and wide
And every inch of thy fathers′ land
It seeks to grasp and to have ye all abide"

A messenger rides
Through the darkest of nights


A messenger rides
Through the darkest of nights
And he is carrying with him
Grave words of blood, death and fire
And as the Morning Star beckons
It calls deep down to the hearts of men
From one parish to another
It kindles the fires of defiance

Outlawed and alone
The forests he roams
A wayward son in rebel's robes
Defending his fathers' home

"The struggle shall go on
Till the last drop of blood
And thy wickedness I shall reward
With lead thousandfold
And to those who′ve spoken
With a traitor′s tongue
And awarded friendship with falsehood
No mercy shall be shown
For tell me brother, now when the horns of war resound
Isn't it better to die on your feet, than to live on your knees?"


"So come now my brothers
As the light of day falls
As the Morning Star beckons
Hearken to these my words
That echo down through the ages
Ride tonight, ride tonight!"

"En eld är någonstädes i lönndom upptänd och nu löper den omkring
De allra flesta eggas vid dess åsyn och rätar sina ryggar i jubel
De få står stumma och förskräckta
Rädda att svedda deras fingrar vid dess låga
Budkavle är kringsänd! Budkavle kommer! Budkavle går!"

"Så går en budkavle genom nätter och dagar
Genom år och århundraden, löpande sitt angelägna ärende
Frambärande från tid till tid det brådskande budet
Det yppersta och det främsta
Budkavle går! Rid i natt, i natt!"