Let the dark riders come,

Let them test me, I will stand unafraid,

No chinks in my armour will they find,

No regrets of the love we have shared will they bring to the fore, for none exist

Let them bind me and torment me,

No quarter or reprise will I give in my faith when questioned about you,

No mercy will I ask, no exchange will I barter for the joy of sharing your soul,

Battered, bruised and weak, I will not break nor will I confess a lie

Let the dark riders come, l shall speed out to meet them,

Let them do their worst, it will matter not to I,

No yielding will there be, whatever the cost to me,

The only confession that shall be heard is the guilty admission of my love for thee