Video: Rangers of the North
Hark now to what I say, peril grows each passing day. Fell horsemen down the Greenway fly! Errant whispers gone astray, make it now unwise to stay. All roads alive with sleepless eyes. Somehow I've always known, unlooked for right or wrong, unbidden help along the way. Its true I'm often told, all that glitters is not gold, how can I trust in what you say? Rangers of the North are calling, your power's on the run. Rangers riding forth are falling, your hour comes, your hour comes. Shadowed were your every steps but, not enough you fear them yet, they stalk with dread you cannot know! Will you now outrace the dead? I know paths they seldom tread, you walk to ruin unless I go. Somehow I've always known, unlooked for right or wrong, unbidden help along the way. And though I'm often told, all that glitters is not gold, something about you seems to say. Rangers of the North are calling, your power's on the run. Rangers riding forth are falling, your hour comes, your hour comes. Feels like trouble to me! Feels like trouble to me, can't you see? Well I don't want trouble to be, but it feels like trouble to me, can't you see? Hark now to what I say, peril grows each passing day! Hark now to what is told, all that glitters is not gold! Feels like trouble to me! Feels like trouble to me, can't you see? Well I don't want trouble to be, but it feels like trouble to me, can't you see? Hark now to what I say, peril grows each passing day! Hark now to what is told, all that glitter's never gold! Hark now and look ahead, you'll remember what I said. Feels like trouble to me. Feels like trouble to me. Can't you see?
Lyrical Reading: Lyrics - Rangers of the North
Feels like trouble to me, can't you see?
Video: Rangers of the North
Hark now to what I say, peril grows each passing day. Fell horsemen down the Greenway fly! Errant whispers gone astray, make it now unwise to stay. All roads alive with sleepless eyes. Somehow I've always known, unlooked for right or wrong, unbidden help along the way. Its true I'm often told, all that glitters is not gold, how can I trust in what you say? Rangers of the North are calling, your power's on the run. Rangers riding forth are falling, your hour comes, your hour comes. Shadowed were your every steps but, not enough you fear them yet, they stalk with dread you cannot know! Will you now outrace the dead? I know paths they seldom tread, you walk to ruin unless I go. Somehow I've always known, unlooked for right or wrong, unbidden help along the way. And though I'm often told, all that glitters is not gold, something about you seems to say. Rangers of the North are calling, your power's on the run. Rangers riding forth are falling, your hour comes, your hour comes. Feels like trouble to me! Feels like trouble to me, can't you see? Well I don't want trouble to be, but it feels like trouble to me, can't you see? Hark now to what I say, peril grows each passing day! Hark now to what is told, all that glitters is not gold! Feels like trouble to me! Feels like trouble to me, can't you see? Well I don't want trouble to be, but it feels like trouble to me, can't you see? Hark now to what I say, peril grows each passing day! Hark now to what is told, all that glitter's never gold! Hark now and look ahead, you'll remember what I said. Feels like trouble to me. Feels like trouble to me. Can't you see?
Lyrical Reading: Lyrics - Rangers of the North
Video: Rangers of the North
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