Revenge on the orcs

And as he watched, the fields they burned,

And so the captain to the north he turned;

To swear his revenge on forces dark,

Who had taken a hold in his beloved Mark!

No more, he cried, with a voice that boomed,

While the eastern shadow over him loomed;

No more, he cried, as long as I breathe and stand,

Shall the enemy roam free in my beloved land!

For in the Riddermark there lies a shadow tall,

And orcs they wander when the night does fall;

In the proud Riddermark so very few are left,

To defend against murder, burnings and theft!

But those few, they do take a rightful stand,

On heavy horses, clad in mail and sword in hand;

They ride to take the battle to the foe so dark,

To defend their home, the treasured Riddermark!