Clatter of hoofs, black robes,
Night falls on the land,
Neigh of horses, the scent of flame,
Leather, steel, and sweat.
Night falls on the land,
Neigh of horses, the scent of flame,
Leather, steel, and sweat.
Riders are hurrying through the dark plain,
Like a wind of destruction,
And behind them silence prevails again,
As they were not ...
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