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Black Riders
death comes to anyone
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Beyond the gate
Black riders come
Behind the iron grate
Black riders move as one
From darkness they appear
On horse, with sword in hand
Sending waves of fear
To all troughout the land
They blacken the horizon
As they come to take your head
They tell you trough the visor
\"Prepare your final bed\"
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