The Black River Lyrics - The Sword

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 

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Take heart! 

Do not fear 

When 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 

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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 

Or the courage to take up the oar?