Die Schwarzen Reiter

Who rides so late through night and wind?
The black riders on the road are
on the hunt for the lost golden ring
that must be brought back to the demon realm
They ride over the earth like the storm
dark figures with hellish growls
sweeping everything away with pounding hooves
everywhere you hear their screams and calls
run for your life, run
when the mountains tremble and the continents divide
run, run for your life

What floats so stormy like the wind?
Above dark clouds, sounding like thunder
They are the warriors of the dark power
Swords flashing through the eerie night
If all that is lost is not found soon
bloody revenge they have sworn for eternity
run for your life, run
when the mountains tremble and the continents divide
run, run for your life
run for your life, when they ride
they seek the golden ring of the tides
It is the power of the black riders

I am satanas daemoniacus
I am insane to the nefarious devil