Оригинален текст
Sunday night, twelve weeks before winter,
the world is in a smoky haze.
Suddenly there appears a rider in the East,
brandishing flame.
He rides on into the wintry darkness,
and brandishes his flame like a spear
Sunday night, twelve weeks before winter,
the world is in a smoky haze.
Suddenly there appears a rider in the East,
brandishing flame.
He rides on into the wintry darkness,
and brandishes his flame like a spear