They ride forth upon their
Steeds of fright, Invoking
Terror so powerful
With their shrieks of panic

Controlling, the one who
Bears the ring of power
In darkness it binds them
Servants to the one above

Hooded Beasts
Cloaked in black
Riders of night
They come for thee
Winged fiend of shadow
Naked and featherless
Towering above their
Enemies, consuming

All will fall against their
Will of hate, immortal
Wraiths of dusk, vaporous
No man can destroy them

RUN!