Midnight Riders

Beyond the edge of blackened wood, Where ancient kings in silence stood. The ravens fly beneath the moon, To sing a dark and deadly tune. The clash of steel upon the shield, Across the frozen battlefield. The spirits waking from the grave, Demanding justice for the brave. Whoa. Can you hear the drums of destiny? Whoa. There is no mercy for the enemy. The midnight riders coming through the haze. To set the black and starry sky ablaze. The fire and the metal is their trade. The final judgment of the Shining blade. The thunder rolls across the plain, To wash away the crimson stain. The horses charging to the fight, To conquer the eternal night. The midnight riders coming through the haze. To set the black and starry sky Ablaze. Whoa. Whoa.