3 Inches of Blood - Ride Darkhorse, Ride

He rides
Back in york
He won't leave without his axe
Across the ice
Alongside the ghost
His screams are black
As dark as night
The taste of blood
Along his lips

We are riding, across
We are riding, across

You go without my body again
Dark horse, dark horse
Ride, dark horse, ride
Dark horse ride
Ride dark horse ride