(Jones/Page/Plant)
Close the door, 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. ...
Walking side by side with death,
The devil 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.
They hold no quarter. They ask no quarter.
The pain, the pain without quarter.
They ask no quarter.
The dogs of doom are howling more!