The Pale Rider

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Across the scorched and silent plains,
A shadow rides through endless rains.
No light remains, no hope to find,
Just Death’s pale horse and fate entwined.

The bells toll low, the sky turns grey,
The final hour claims the final day.
No prayers left, no hands to raise,
Only silence in the haze.

I am the fourth the final knell, bringing all your souls to hell,
The pale horse the herald of death, I am the grim rider stealing breath.
With scythe in hand I ride, reaping souls and none can hide.
Hades follows in my wake, many forms for death to take.
I bring forth the end of all things, the chorus of fallen souls my coming brings.

The earth grows cold beneath my stride,
The living flee but cannot hide.
Each heartbeat slows, each breath grows thin,
The end of days now closing in.

No savior comes to break the night,
No dawn to bring returning light.
Just Death’s cold grip, a final breath,
The silent song of certain death.

I am the fourth the final knell, bringing all your souls to hell,
The pale horse the herald of death, I am the grim rider stealing breath.
With scythe in hand I ride, reaping souls and none can hide.
Hades follows in my wake, many forms for death to take.
I bring forth the end of all things, the chorus of fallen souls my coming brings.

I walk alone through shattered dreams,
Where silence screams and darkness gleams.
No light to guide, no soul to save,
Just endless night, and an eternal grave.

Hear the heartbeat slow and break,
Feel the shiver, the cold quake.
I am the shadow in your breath,
The final step, the dance with death.

From ashes to ashes and dust to dust, the cycle ends,
No more to fighting , no more wounds to mend.
The pale horse rides, the final call,
The end of time, the fall of all.

The world dissolves beneath my gaze,
A fading spark, a dying blaze.
No mercy found, no love remains,
Only echoes of lost refrains.

I am the fourth the final knell, bringing all your souls to hell,
The pale horse the herald of death, I am the grim rider stealing breath.
With scythe in hand I ride, reaping souls and none can hide.
Hades follows in my wake, many forms for death to take.
I bring forth the end of all things, the chorus of fallen souls my coming brings.

So heed the rider’s silent call,
The end that comes to claim us all.
In Death’s embrace, we all unite,
The pale horse leads us into the silent night.

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