Where are you riding to, Sir Knight? Alone and armed for war? If not to fight for right, Sir Knight Then what are weapons for? Why do you hide your face, Sir Knight? Within the face of iron? The more you shield your eyes from light The more you'll make them blind Turn your horse for home, Sir Knight Your hawk and hounds are waiting Your lady does not sleep at night She fears the hand of fate tonight Turn your face towards the sun And listen to the minutes run Oh, can't you feel the warning breeze And hear the whisper in the trees? Look behind you, man of iron And your children call and do not find you And a wall of silent laughter Scorns the chorus of their cries Was this the end you chose, Sir Knight? Was this why you were born so bright? The wolves will chew your bones tonight It is your brother's hand you hold so tight Your brother's blood, your brother's life Your brother's love, your brother's knife