Bihor Massif - Sixteen Flaming Hooves
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2017 All copyrights to music and photos are owned by M. Krutsinger. Lyrics based on a poem by Paul Crocker. Recorded and Mastered at Orb Audio Bihor Massif on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/BihorMassif The earth fell silent as the winds lost their blow. The water ceased violence when it refused to flow. Suddenly a thunder erupted though it not from the sky. Rumbling and drumming causing soil to fly. Rumbling and drumming causing soil to fly. Sixteen flaming hooves will soon arrive. An eery silence swept over the land. A crooked scythe held by a fleshless hand. Riding a stallion of ashen grey. Diminishing any life that got in my way. Sixteen flaming hooves have been and left. Come tonight they'll take your breath. There I will stand. There I will stand. There I stand. Through the dust cloud stood a courageous steed. His skin white as fresh snow but his eyes held a darker need. The rider aiming his bow at the sinners of the land. Hunted down one by one by a precise hand. The gates will open and there I will stand. The gates will open there I will stand. There I stand. Into the air arose a heat so intense. From within the hotness the creature made its presence. With molten rock shoes and a mane of flame. The man upon it with a sword to slain. The crops all withered when they heard the trotting. Its shadow over the sun set their hearts to rotting. Scales held by the figure on its back. No room for mistakes or they'll be more to lack. An eery silence swept over the land. A crooked scythe held by a fleshless hand. Riding a stallion of ashen grey. Diminishing any life that got in their way. Sixteen flaming hooves.
