The chase is on through rains and snow, through forest dense and black  Speeding through lands as yet unknown, our steeds break their backs  The bridles bleed and the saddles burn, but so goes the game  Our skin cracked from the bitter cold, we ride just the same  Time is the only pain we know and we know it well  Possessed to ride forever more across this barren hell  Our legend stretches 'cross many lands and tells of fools thought brave  We chased them down on seas of sand, we chased them to their graves  Black horse screams with black tongue as he runs you down  No escape from the massive weight, your face hits the ground  You breath dirt as your body breaks and you soon will die  Another fool has lost the race, we will forever ride    Sixteen hooves beat the ground, your ears explode when you hear the sound