Close the doors put out the light. You know they won't be home tonight. The snow falls hard and don't you know. The winds of thor are blowing cold. They're wearing steel that's bright and true. They carry news that must get through. They choose the path where no-one goes. They hold no quarter. They ask no quarter. Walking side by side with death. The evil mocks their every step. The snow drives back the foot that's slow. The dogs of doom are howling more. They carry news that must get through. To build a dream for me and you. They choose the path where no-one goes