Root — Afterwards (The Tale At The End) 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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