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He rides across the desolate plains

Impossible for them to detect

Thunderous galloping

Red eyes glowing

Nobody knowing

When he will strike the village

Led by the grey wolves march

Waiting for midnight

Not afraid to kill

The night will be still

And he will move forward

We brace ourselves for what could be the end

The wrath of the South Wind

Descends upon us

Creating a haze of dust

Horns of the demon point

Close to the high desert

Where a crowd gathers

Holding the spear

To kill when he's near

The grey wolves march to attack

Green eyes piercing through

Grunting and growling

Dripping with sweat

Their breath getting closer

And he will move forward

We brace ourselves for what could be the end

The wrath of the South Wind

Descends upon us

Creating a haze of dust

Once we were told

We've met our fate

The horseman of death

Has arrived at the gate

We must behead - The aggressor

He looks through our gold

Most we have sold

The glare of his red eyes

Stares deep into out many lies

We have our pride

Most of us have died

Knowing the witching hour

But we will not ever cower

We look to the sky

Waiting to die

The glare of his red eyes

Stares deep into our many lies

Now we must stand

Don't trust his hand

Knowing the witching hour

But we will not ever cower

The choice of death belongs to him

He draws out the black sword

You are all cowards

I bring you trust

Now leave you must

For I will terrorize this place

With the fire that I breath

Fate cannot save you

The flies will invade

After the massive raid

And he will move forward

We brace ourselves for what could be the end

The wrath of the South Wind

Descends upon us

Creating a haze of dust

Once we were told

We've met our fate

The horseman of death

Has arrived at the gate

We must behead - The aggressor

Now you have met your fate

You are no-longer the aggressor

Your head belongs to us now

Striped of horse and sword - Laid to rest - Aggressor