Night Mare

I ride with a mind full of phantoms and storms,

I ride with a heartfull of stone.

I ride and my soul flings out black tassled silence,

I ride and I ride out alone.

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My nightmare runs wild through over dark aching moor,

My nightmare breaths ghouls on the breeze.

She’s strong and she’s fast, never letting me fall,

As we whip up black storms through hell-bent, wind-rent trees.

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We ride with our eyes full of white foaming madness,

We ride with the storm’s frenzied song.

We ride, and the beat of her hooves on the dirt

Drums deep in our soul ever-long.