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Dark riders with flowing robes, the power of death within them flows. |
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Riding out across the sky |
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Satan's henchmen flying by. |
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Black stallions with silent hooves glide gracefully across the roofs. |
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Flared nostrils and fiery eyes, |
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Satan's henchmen ride the skies. |
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Spread out to all four winds, to leave their curse wherever they've been. |
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Night riders hunting souls, |
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Satan's henchman, Witches dolls. |
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Horse and rider appear as one, to disappear before the rising sun. |
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Fading shadows in the morning light, |
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Satan's henchmen rule the night |
