Ride into the midnight mist
Guided by the glimmering stars
Look at the twisted willows
As they dance in the miasma

Follow the tail of the slithering line
To the Riders of Vultures
Follow the tail of the slithering line
To the Riders of Vultures

Old man, tell me is there a trail
To this world of phantoms?
His empty eyes rest on me
Endless darkness is coming, he said

Follow the tail of the slithering line
To the Riders of Vultures
Follow the tail of the slithering line
To the Riders of Vultures

Poisoned flames
Dancing upon the old tombstones
And into the swarming
Temple of the unknown

Let the sermon begin, light the candles
Here we are prepared to meet the Master

I see them coming from the pitch-black sky
The Riders of Vultures
I see them coming from the pitch-black sky
The Riders

Endless darkness follow us
Ancient starlight on our path