The Chase

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