A black stripe at the horizon like a thunderstorm

Slowly but unstoppable it approaches, the army of darkness

Fear spreads across the faces, they call them the lawless

The henchmen of evil, the henchmen of evil

The hoof-beats resound down the hill

As the riders invade into the village

They murder and plunder and set the huts on fire

The people run for cover, without a chance of resistance

Never before he was ever seen

No one knows just where he came from

It is unknown where his path will lead him

That's why they call him the STRANGER

Never before he was ever seen

No one knows just where he came from

He seems both enigma and secret

That's why they call him the STRANGER

After a few moments the battle is done

And as fast as they had appeared the forest takes up the warriors into its profound thicket

It is those woods from which one day a rider will reveal merely known as the STRANGER

Majestically he thrones in his saddle

The iron of his sword flashes in the sunlight

High above on his proud horse he seems to see the world with different eyes

Never before he was ever seen

No one knows just where he came from

It is unknown where his path will lead him

That's why they call him the STRANGER

Never before he was ever seen

No one knows just where he came from

He seems both enigma and secret

That's why they call him the STRANGER