Dark rider

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Out of a nation
torn by war
one will ride
the last of four

His steed is pale
his face is dark
and where'ere he journs
he leaves his mark

He comes for our blood
he yearns for our souls
and where once dwelt his heart
now gapes a black hole

It is he we must face
at the end of our lives
for on throughout time
the dark rider rides.





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