Ride, Rider, Ride | Dark Ghost Rider Rock | The Drunken Immortal
The Drunken Immortal Tavern
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Ride, Rider, Ride | Dark Ghost Rider Rock | The Drunken Immortal
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The Drunken Immortal Tavern
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65 просмотров · 2 нед. назад
A faceless rider on a black horse crosses the county through rain and wheat fields, calling into the night. His curse drives this haunting chase along empty roads.
🎵 Lyrics
[Verse 1]
At the edge of the county where the wheat bends low
A black horse climbs the ridge when the cold winds blow
No face in the saddle, no hand on the rein
Just a coat full of dust and a curse in the rain
[Pre-Chorus]
He calls every hollow, he tears through every town
With a lantern on his shoulder and his jawbone nowhere found
[Chorus]
Ride, rider, ride through the dead of night
Chase that stolen piece till the morning turns white
Ride, rider, ride, hear the iron shoes pound
He won't rest his bones till his lost head is found
[Verse 2]
They say it was taken by a lord with a debt
Buried under stone where the chapel bells went
But the rider keeps hunting past the old county line
Counting every grave by the flicker of his sign
[Pre-Chorus]
He knocks on the farm doors, he stares through the glass
The dogs hide under tables when they hear his horse pass
[Chorus]
Ride, rider, ride through the dead of night
Chase that stolen piece till the morning turns white
Ride, rider, ride, hear the iron shoes pound
He won't rest his bones till his lost head is found
[Bridge]
One night by the river, beneath crooked trees
He saw a pale skull hanging from a thief's saddle keys
The thief turned to laughter, the rider drew near
Then the river swallowed both, and the search disappeared
[Instrumental]
[Final Chorus]
Ride, rider, ride through the dead of night
Chase that stolen piece till the morning turns white
Ride, rider, ride, let the whole world hear the sound
He won't rest his bones till his lost head is found
Ride, rider, ride, till the dark comes down
He won't rest his bones till his lost head is found
[Outro]
At the edge of the county, the hoofbeats fade
But tomorrow night he'll return for the debt unpaid
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