Black Harvest

Master! Called from the void Come forth and ride tonight! The harvest is ready for slaughter Ripe and fat on the vine Fly in the night, on wings as white as stone They come to turn you loose from your flesh and bones There's nowhere you can hide if they've come for your soul The riders of the dead return, they've come to take us home Pray! Cry out to your gods! Though pity from them you shall not find The old ones returning from after To bring us back with them