Lyrics:

Here take this guiding hand I lead you through this land and far below Your journey here might end Just trust a good old friend, the way he shows Although it's getting cold Don't doubt the way you go, I'm here for you You better close your coat You're risking a bad throat, don't want you to Four bad seasons Way I know Guiding treason Way I show The riders over there Already brought them where they do belong So gather with these guys You fit to very nice - another one Meet them greet them Brothers five Growing stronger Still alive