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Horsemen born and bred

We fight upon ancestral graves

Their power lives on in the

wind of the endless plain

Countless armies buried

rust beneath the dirt

Today we ride,

today we show them what we’re worth

Drive them back into the hills

They bleed for gold. We're bred to kill

We ride like hell.

Drive them back into the hills

They bleed for gold. We're bred to kill

Drive them back into the hills

They fight to win. We kill for the thrill

We ride like hell

Charge the lines and see

the fear make wide their eyes

with every blow another

desperate devil dies

Run down the routed men

with sure and blinding speed

We were no armor

for our horse are our keeps

Drive them back into the hills

They bleed for gold. We're bred to kill

Drive them back into the hills

They fight to win. We kill for the thrill

We ride like hell