In the silent hush of night he rides,
In the forbidding shadows he hides.
He cries out like a wounded dog,
But finds nothing through the fog.

No longer does he hear her voice,
No longer shall he rejoice.
He searches and seeks, but cannot find,
His torment rages through his mind.

Though she is gone, he remains,
His love keeping him here like iron chains.
Her spirit haunts him, forever more,
Striking him down to the very core.

His heart has gone, replaced by stone,
He only can forever moan.
Revenge has replaced his once sane mind,
His hatred and love has intertwined.

Now he rides through hills and valleys,
Others to do his bidding he rallies.
To ruin those who stole his heart,
His rage burns like a fiery dart.

He is the Black Rider, mounted on a black steed,
Only her love will he ever need.
No feelings left for human kind,
Only insanity that renders him blind.

In the silent hush of night he rides,
In the forbidding shadows he hides.
He cries out like a wounded dog,
But finds nothing through the fog.