I can feel them after me

A single breath I chance to swallow

Clenched tight teeth refrain my scream

Now I crawl deep in the shadows

Praying he can't hear me breath

The dusk shall pass and night will follow

The pale horse shall fill my dreams

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I see the fog, it's growing thicker

As the sunlight slips away

My weary sight is growing dimmer

Fighting hard to stay awake

In the distance I can hear them

The pounding hooves ring in my brain

I slide deeper in the darkness

Praying they will go away

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I feel the hooves pound coming closer

I hold my breath and close my eyes

Now I can see his shrouded figure

Upon the pale horse he rides

I can see, through the cloud of darkness

How his sharpened scythe it shines

Still I pray he can not see me

Still my teeth are clenched in fright

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His pale horse has stopped before me

I hold my breath without a sound

I search my sight for a salvation

But I find no one around

Now I see him come towards me

Stepping off his pale mount

Still I lay too scared to move

Praying I don't make a sound

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His darkened figure now before me

His empty eyes search the night

But as the scythe swings down upon me..

..He slips away from my sight

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Once again still in my visions

As I dream with open eyes

I see the grim specter of Death

On the pale horse he rides

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In the darkness and my pain

and in every scream of fright

There is no way to escape my fate

Or the pale horse he rides...

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