She rides alone over hill and dale

To fall in love would heart fail

To stand the promise she made to the one

Who her heart has now forever won.

He alone, The Black King is her bridegroom

No other love will she give house room

But stand alone in the intense squall

Reigning and ruling over them all.

Alone she rides over the mountains deep

Over the seas and into the valleys to keep

The right way and the good way forever

She everlasting life does savour. 

Through the darkness she rides alone

No one else can bear the throne

That she must rule with a rod of iron

Nothing and no one will brand her fire

She conquers all her just rewards

And everlasting life now hoards.