Dark riders with flowing robes, the power of death within them flows
Riding out across the sky
Satan's henchmen flying by

Black stallions with silent hooves glide gracefully across the roofs
Flared nostrils and fiery eyes,
Satan's henchmen ride the skies

Spread out to all four winds, to leave their curse wherever they've been
Night riders hunting souls,
Satan's henchman, Witches dolls

Horse and rider appear as one, to disappear before the rising sun
Fading shadows in the morning light,
Satan's henchmen rule the night