Riders Of The Midnight Storm
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In the shadow of the mountains where the devil plants his seeds
A lone rider in black whispers through ghostly reeds
With a six-gun in his holster and a bible in his hand
He's searchin' for redemption in this cold, forsaken land
Crosses on the hilltops, where the moon hides its face
Silver wolves are howlin', echoing my disgrace
The church bell's tollin', callin' aching souls to pray
But the night's too filled with demons to keep the darkness at Bay
Riders of the midnight storm
We wander where the angels mourn
In a land where the shadows swarm
We're searchin' for a heart that's warm
Old rustic path leads to a graveyard of deceit
Where every stone's a story of the wicked on repeat
A ghostly choir hums a sorrowful refrain
Harmonizin' with the thunder of this lonesome outlaw's pain
The saloon's swinging door creaks like a haunted dream
Faces pale in candlelight, none's as they seem
Whiskey's in my veins, but faith's in my soul
A dichotomy of darkness where light has no control
Riders of the midnight storm
We wander where the angels mourn
In a land where the shadows swarm
We're searchin' for a heart that's warm