Who rides so late through the night and wind?
It's the black riders on the way.
On the hunt for the lost golden ring.
The restrained ones must go into the demonic realm.
They ride over the earth like a storm.
Dark figures with infernal grumbling sweep everything away with stamping hoofs.
Everywhere you hear their crying and screaming.
Run for your life, run.
When the mountains quake and the continents divide, run, run for your life!
What floats so stormily, like the wind, over dark clouds, like the sound of thunder?
It is the warrior of the dark power.
Swords go through lighting of the horrific night.
If you haven't found everything that was lost soon, a bloody revenge will be upon you that has been sworn for eternity.
Run for your life, run.
When the mountains quake and the continents divide, run, run for your life!
Run for your life.
When they ride they search for the golden ring of time.
It is what gives power to the black riders.
I am the demonic Satan.
I am the insane godless Devil.