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

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