1. THE DARK RIDER

Riding fast through the midnight ford
Steeling themselves for the deathless fate
Hoofsteps waking the headless lord
Dullahan, born of hate

Sack of gold, hangs on their waists
One last hope when their names are heard
Eerie blaze, closing with haste
Grotesque visage utters the word

Charging forward on pitch black steed
In his hand, whip of bones takes shape
Darting between the trees with ease
Hereafter, no escape

Hollow gaze and the eyes like fire burn
Never leaves a life unturned
Death is brought by the spectral wanderer
Bane of life, the Dark Rider

On the horizon, lanterns' blaze
Lighting up in the night
Fleeing the darkness, through the haze
End of the plight

Throwing the coins down, one by one
Safely the road it paves
Nevertheless, their heads are gone
Silent in graves