In a land of doom, where shadows fall,
A rider emerges, towering tall.
Mounted upon a steed of darkest shade,
Death claims his victims, hearts betrayed.
(Chorus)
Death rides a horse, his scythe in hand,
Reaping souls across this barren land.
No escape from his eternal chase,
In the grip of Death, there's no saving grace.
(Verse 2)
Through desolate plains and cursed woods,
Death's relentless journey unfolds.
Those who cross his path, their fates are sealed,
A cold embrace, forever congealed.
(Chorus)
Death rides a horse, his scythe in hand,
Reaping souls across this barren land.
No escape from his eternal chase,
In the grip of Death, there's no saving grace.
(Verse 3)
Amidst the wails of anguished souls,
Death continues his haunting patrols.
With cadaverous grin, he delights in pain,
A harbinger of torment and endless rain.
(Bridge)
The sun withers away, stars take flight,
As Death gallops into the night.
An apocalyptic vision of despair,
A world engulfed in eternal despair.
(Chorus)
Death rides a horse, his scythe in hand,
Reaping souls across this barren land.
No escape from his eternal chase,
In the grip of Death, there's no saving grace.
(Outro)
In the realm where shadows converge,
Death persists, his reign won't adjourn.
A spectral horseman, a symbol of dread,
With every stride, he brings the undead.