Ancient Rider

Stoke the fires of Oblivion; Iron Horses in flight
Like scrambling fighters, twisting roads; lead us into the night
There are no hours, no minutes here; just wind shear and the roar
A hundred mighty guns at once; will shake you to the core
We tower over blacktop roads; this narrow world we stride
The throttles twist in armored fists; filled with our Ancient Pride
At last the battle rages, the Oskorei drawing near
The blast of horns are sounding, The Ancient Rider is here
The God of Death is with us, The Wild Hunt knows his call
For on the battlefield the Ancient Rider owns ye all!
Like warlords in a hungry band; wolves race on the attack
A hundred golden pentagrams; blaze bright upon our back
We fly across the waterways; on groaning hulks of steel
The twisted arms of viaducts; stretch across as they kneel
The Goddess inside keeps us warm; the gale will fail to chill
As in our mind she blazes on, we cross the frozen hills
o Repeat Chorus/Solo
Down Into the valley we go; the grove of darkened ground
The rumble sounds in the valley; echoes dance all around
We stop and we cast the circle; a fire burning bright
The ghosts will all rise before us; stand guard against the night Sleep at last
from our libations; we’ll greet the day again
A hundred golden pentagrams will rise and face the wind
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