Ride Darkhorse, Ride
3 Inches of Blood
He rides
Back in york
He won't leave without his axe
Across the ice
Alongside the ghost
His screams are black
As dark as night
The taste of blood
Along his lips
We are riding, across
We are riding, across
You go without my body again
Dark horse, dark horse
Ride, dark horse, ride
Dark horse ride
Ride dark horse ride