When a wind from hell
Fears on the cemetery
When the sky turns to flames
Rolls a soulless rider
The ghost
The ghost
A sound of chains crosses the night
Calling evil spirits
Black wheels sweep away the rain
On this road, it is cursed
The ghost
The ghost
He advances like a dagger
Cutting the fog of our headlights
Whoever crosses him is condemned
On this road , to wander
The ghost
The ghost
The ghost
The ghost

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