Lyric

Whispers in the wind, shadows in the blood

The sky is burning, the earth lies still

From ashes rise what no one can guide—

The riders come, twisted in the night

Storm in their eyes, the night tears apart

Cold kind of joy cuts through the heart

The ground is shaking, steel comes alive

They sing the songs of a battlefield’s cry

No god, no heart, no morning left

Just riders flying, empty and bereft

Black riders of death

Dancing through the dust of time

Fire runs in their veins

The world roars loud, sublime

Black riders — we fall

Yet their vow echoes on

Through blood, through night, through shadow—

One last step to the dawn

Drums strike hearts carved from stone

The sun sinks low, the winds groan

One last glance, one final vow

The riders come—the dark path now

Die in the light, be born again

Every star is long lost, just pretend

But when they ride, the night ignites

Sing with me — through blackened might

Black riders of death

They ride through all we are

No pain, no death, no end

Only fire — cold and pure

We dance with the shadows

We carry their command

Black riders, come and take me—

I am the flame that stands

Your name drifts in the wind…

But still, they ride on