We set out to capture the night, upon a horseback we will ride. Foretold in the second coming of tomorrow. Six chants in the dead of night. Unwritten fate against the shadows of four. Last sunset unmasked. Fear thee not for a path. Five dead behind the hills, offerings on our behalves. When gathered to regain. Fear thee not for a path, gather amongst the light. Behold. Last sunset with no horses to remain. A saddle left behind. In the company of the sands. Embark alone into the night. A lone horseback one will ride. Entombed to eternity against the winds and the sands.

 

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