Now they will know why they are afraid of the dark
Now they will learn why they fear the night

No mans land
The strong prevail
Hunting and scavenging
Screaming mercy to no avail
What is yours is now mine
The vultures circle
On your corpse they will now dine

Burning bodies
Bleeding piles
Screaming people dying like flies

I leave a trail of dead
My name is bloodshed
The weak i feed on
Conjure bloodshed at dawn
Your final hours is drawn
Riders of doom

The deed is done
Got nowhere to run
You die in pain
Remnants of women and children lay slain
Silver drinks crimson red
Night breaks as we ride ahead