There are some not afraid of the coming night.
As the sun's going down as the darkness falls.
They decide to set out and fight.
As the stars shine with their blessed light.

Their gifts are great but the price is steep.
Keep your coins folks they are of no use.
For the cause is lonliness and grief.
Haunting you so long as you breathe.

We weave this tale though all is lost.
T'is but a myth we sing for hope.
Protectors of the weak no more.
The nightrunners are long gone.

Banish all your fears and burn all your boats.
You must throw aside all that you yearn.
Once you've sworn the nightrunners oath.
There will be no more way back home

Though you may believe they are all long gone.
Seek they say and you shall always find.
And fear not you'll never run alone.
Their return shall bring fourth hope once more.

We weave this tale not all is lost.
T'is a song for those who need it most.
Protectors of the weak live on.
The nightrunners are not gone.