.Ride, Ride, Ride, Ride Up From Hell
Armed with magic sons of demons and men
This song of greeting written for your tragic end.
So long our stride the world doth tremble with fear
B
lack winds blow where we ride near.
Maim and kill them, take the women and children.
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