They ride through the night.
 With greedy hands out of the badlands.
 Hungry souls and screaming bones, riding the endless way into darkness.
 Hear the chains and pounding hooves, this is the night with his frightening blues.
 Cannot escape from night 'til morn, their eyes upon 'til dead blows his horn.
 They ride through the night.
 Follow your scent 'til the end of light.
 Before you, behind you, they're everywhere and surround you.
 They ride through the night.
 Appear as darkness within darkness.
 Hunt you, caught you, now you're dead and ride to the hounds.