Root

Root - Afterwards lyrics

[The tale at the end]

Clatter of hoofs, black robes,

Night falls on the land,

Neigh of horses, the scent of flame,

Leather, steel, and sweat.

Riders are hurrying through the dark plain,

Like a wind of destruction,

And behind them silence prevails again,

As they were not ...

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