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