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Riding the withered shadows grey
Below the nightsky blind astray
Hasty led, by the four I'm brought
To the abyss of bewildered thought
A path away from all that's mortal
They guide me through the spherical portal
Riding with the horsemen
Saddleback on black neurosis

"The dust it's silent hooves thread
The marsh of sleep where all is dead
Through Palus Somnii" as spite I'm lead

As spite I followed
One by one
Till corners four
To see all gone
With death I witnessed
Your pleads for grace
With famine
We sat your crops ablaze

Your people died
Your land brought to hunger
With pestilence upon you

As spite I followed
One by one
Till corners four
To see all gone
And finally war
Avoke the lust of my spite
As all I would conquer
The world would see might

As spite I watched
with a faceless grin
Your world led to ruin
As the manifest of sin
With Palus Somnii left behind
I crave the achievements
Spun of the mind
For I possess the four
As I remain spite as the fifth

(Merciless to the core)
"I shall strike down upon you"
As I bring the four
For I know those paths
I rode with my kin
To satisfy this craving
To revel in sin
Riding the withered shadows grey   Below the nightsky blind astray   Hasty led, by the four I'm brought   To the abyss of bewildered thought   A path away from all that's mortal   They guide me through the spherical portal   Riding with the horsemen   Saddleback on black neurosis      "The dust it's silent hooves thread   The marsh of sleep where all is dead   Through Palus Somnii" as spite I'm lead      As spite I followed   One by one   Till corners four   To see all gone   With death I witnessed   Your pleads for grace   With famine   We sat your crops ablaze      Your people died   Your land brought to hunger   With pestilence upon you      As spite I followed   One by one   Till corners four   To see all gone   And finally war   Avoke the lust of my spite   As all I would conquer   The world would see might      As spite I watched   with a faceless grin   Your world led to ruin   As the manifest of sin   With Palus Somnii left behind   I crave the achievements   Spun of the mind   For I possess the four   As I remain spite as the fifth      (Merciless to the core)   "I shall strike down upon you"   As I bring the four   For I know those paths   I rode with my kin   To satisfy this craving   To revel in sin