The hooves are pounding and the horns are howling
And this darkness rips through the night!
The hearts are racing and the veins are bursting
Riding at the speed of light!

Horses snorting and the muscles are aching
And the sweat is running in their face!
Hatred is boiling and the world is turning
Faster and faster goes their race!

And out of the shadows and out of the shades
From night to day and back again
The forests behold the riders of Hades
And their unholy Crusades!

HOO! The irons high!
And the thunder be our guide!
And the water be our sanctuary
And the wind be on our side!

Bones are breaking and the shadows mourning
And will is broken by baking heat!
Wind is their food and rain is their drink
And pure fury their bloody meat!

And the hooves are pounding the echoes screaming
And the cries fading in the dark!
And dust is twisting and the fires gleaming
As the riders on their wicked ride embark!

HOO! The irons high!
And the thunder be our guide!
And the water be our sanctuary
And the wind be on our side!

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