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The chase is on through rains and snow, through forest dense and black |
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Speeding through lands as yet unknown, our steeds break their backs |
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The bridles bleed and the saddles burn, but so goes the game |
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Our skin cracked from the bitter cold, we ride just the same |
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Time is the only pain we know and we know it well |
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Possessed to ride forever more across this barren hell |
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Our legend stretches 'cross many lands and tells of fools through brave |
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We chased them down on seas of sand, we chased them to their graves |
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Black horse scream with black tongue as he runs you down |
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No escape from the massive weight, your face hits the ground |
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You breath dirt as your body breaks and you soon will die |
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Another fool has lost the race, we will forever ride |
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Sixteen hooves beat the ground, your ears explode when you hear the sound |
