The Dark Riders

Caught within the maelstrom of this arcane & phantasmagorical blitzkrieg We flee from it, madly clinging to a false faith of salvation Death itself creeps behind us, delighting in our peril and misery We forge ahead through the catacombs of hate until we come upon it The dark black of abaddon envelopes us and flesh is stripped from bone We are cast into the netherworld and pandemonium ensues Our minds cannot comprehend the calamitous horrors we endure And we succumb to the tortures of Hell Our sanity is questionable after that which we have experienced settles into our minds And some of the weaker meet there demise due to the uncomprehensible abominations of this stoney crypt Those that remain feel a seemingly strong urge to travel west, Always to the west in search of our master and procreator Possesed we are, slaying mortals and summoning demons Our strength is relinquished with every death that we bring Carriers of disease and bringers of death, all mortals feared our coming to their land When they hear the shreek of our dark steeds they flee as we once had And vengance is delivered