| Armed with magic, the sun in their back
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| Ancients warriors appear
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| Covered with fures
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| Hold swords strong in hand
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| Death reigns where they ride near
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| Mean red eyes glow hot in their skulls
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| Their swords shine bright in the sun
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| Their black horses run fast as the winds
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| The ride of the damned has begun
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| Down in the valley a small village lies
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| The people there can’t guess their fate
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| Before the moon has disgraced the sun
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| Everyone there will be slayed
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| From a hill they ride down, black winds blow
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| The people hear cruel battlecries
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| They reach for their arms
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| But it has no sense
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| They know that they have to die
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| No one can fight the riders of doom
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| The reaper now holds life in hand
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| When this day is over they all will be dead
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| Barren and blazed will be their land
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| Children are crying, men are ripped
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| Flesh-cutting blades are spreading pain
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| Steels meet teel, heads ride spears
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| Blood is now falling like rain
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| They searched for steal
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| The secrets for men to survive
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| Swords, signs of might
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| That was what they were searching for
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| Power to rule the whole world
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| Many had died for this cause
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| Victims cry for help
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| But no one could ever fight
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| The riders of doom |