The Vanishing Riders

Blitzkid

Compositor: Goolsby

Despair has gripped the air tonite
Eyes darting
The town is racing for it's life
Doors locking

The leaves are raging on a breeze
A warning
Within an hour they'll be here
They're coming

We bolt our doors
The skies last flame now turns to rust
Howls on a nearby hill initiate the dusk

And they ride
And they ride
And they ride
And they ride

Sleek cloaks of ebon tear the sky
Dark flapping
Accursed hooves ignite the dust
Dark rapping

A trail of embers lace the way
Burnt tracking
Before the corss we kneel and pray
For passing

The cursed cavalry's wroght purpose
Is unknown
Extended torches lead the flight
Of charging bones

Am I, alone, the one who'll face
This lottery?
And ride forever on a fire blackened steed?

The vanishing riders
Come with new moons to take an offering
An offering, now, of a human soul
No one knows why these hills are haunted
With encroaching cries
Despairing mares
No one here can leave this town alive

A dash of fire
The flight of exposed bones
A number will be drawn

The vanishing riders
The vanishing riders
The vanishing riders
The vanishing riders
The vanishing