The Chase - Doomriders

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 thought brave

We chased them down on seas of sand, we chased them to their graves

Black horse screams 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