(Hark to those hoof beats)
Over the ground
There comes a sound
It is the drum, drum, drum of hoof beats in the sand
(Galloping horses in the sand)
Quiver with fear
If you are near
It is the thunder of the Shadow and his band
(Fly away for/His band will find you soon)
And all who plunder learn to understand
To understand the cry of
So we sing as we are riding
It's a time you’d best be hiding low
It means the Riffs are abroad
Before you've bitten the sword
That's the sound that comes to warn you
In the night or early morn you know
If you're the Red Shadow's foe
The Riffs will strike with a blow
That brings you woe