The Rider

Rider's coming down the road
Galloping through the ghastly cold
In his hand, a flaming gourd
Servant to the under lord

Riding through the field
As death trails on his heels
He's the holder of all wicked souls
He has all control

Beneath the moon and foggy sky
Towards the people who must die
Laying waste to filth and gore
Fulfilling deeds of Satan's chores

Riding through the field
As death trails on his heels
He's the holder of all wicked souls
He has all control

Burning leaves
Vacant eyes
Twisted trees
We must die



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Knapp
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