She Rides With the Night
The Guardian of the Range
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Guardian of the eternal mountain
Siren of the dusty cattle range
Riding when the moon’s full
Like some avenging cowboy Ange
Galloping upon a pied charger
Attended to by whirlwinds
The goddess of the cattle drive
Driven by the northwinds
Searching for a lost love
Calling out to him by name
Through shrieking blizzards
She searches far and wide
Stampeding buffalo herds
A spectre hellbent on love
Riding hell for leather
To catch the lone traveler
Out in the winter weather
Looking right through you
With her heterochromy eyes
There’s no place to hide
She can see past your lies
She’ll ride you down
And drag you to hell
So say your prayers
Before the ringing of the bell
And make sure you're tucked
Nice and tight in your bed
Because it’s better to be safe
Than it is to be dead
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