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