Riderless colts bear a strong disadvantage
When storming the Kingdom of Red
They close uninvited
We’ll host them, delighted
To forge in them Chieftain-borne dread
More circus than war party, flailing about
Such a feeble, unwitting battalion
Of my Dark Horse beware
He they call the Night Mare
Foes less foolish deem him the Hell Stallion
Exuberance leads their inquisitive minds
By some luck to the Kingdom’s Blood Gate
Soon the people shall see
Untrained colts bend the knee
And Red Mercy they’ll beg be their fate
We charge and, behold! Terror cast in their eyes
How they flee from the Kingdom’s Red Shout
But a lasso of sound
Keeps each one of them bound
For to trample before we let out