Shadawed sentry stands idly by while darkness creeps till dawn, alang tha fields ‘nd owa tha Aln te tha battlements beyond.
Tha river courses smoothly, wraiths sneak alang tha banks shown in suspended moonlight crouching, hidden, knives in hand.
A light shines doon frem tha toowa gliding laughter can be heard, thars a kinda magic in tha air of Alnwick no Reiver can disturb.
On top tha castle still at ‘is post tha sentry stands stock still, he doesn’t move or fear ‘em, unfortunately he niva will.
For he is anly made a stone, no heart beats within ‘is breast; he cannit warn his masters yet, his stance is jus’ a jest.
So unda waals ‘igh ‘nd tha entrance towa gate taal, enemies erv Lord Percy Alnwick sneak in te populate tha haal.