Great peril awaits us beyond the Black RivernSummoned by the beating of drumsnOur number is few and our errand is direnWe do what must be donennAt the bidding of the high priestnThe tribes gather for warnEvil sorcery is unleashednUpon the opposite shorennMake your stand with great houndnThe frontier is lostnBlack waters lie before younTogether you crossnnTake heart!nDo not fearnThough you knownYour death nearsnnWe shall build you a cairn beyond the Black RivernWhere no one will disturb you restnThere you shall lay in your helm and your harnessnWith your sword across your breastnnNow take a quick moment to answer this questionnAs the ferry approaches the shorenWill you have the coin to pay for your passagenAnd the courage to take up the oar?