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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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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 ⚔️ From the world of The Drunken Immortal. Original AI-generated music and visuals. Subscribe for more original fantasy rock, tavern songs, Viking anthems, mythical creatures and epic adventures.