Riders Of Doom by Deathrow
Armed with magic, the sun in their back
Ancients warriors appear
Covered with fures
Hold swords strong in hand
Death reigns where they ride near
Mean red eyes glow hot in their skulls
Their swords shine bright in the sun
Their black horses run fast as the winds
The ride of the damned has begun
Down in the valley a small village lies
The people there can't guess their fate
Before the moon has disgraced the sun
Everyone there will be slayed
From a hill they ride down, black winds blow
The people hear cruel battlecries
They reach for their arms
But it has no sense
They know that they have to die
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