Текст песни Ария - Чёрный всадник

On the road to hell
The black horseman is racing
A pale face and a strange gleam of frozen eyes
He is the messenger of evil
Shadow of a dying bird
As if through a sight he sees us ...

He does not ask
Burns and destroys
In the night takes away
Our souls

Oh the horseman will serve on the mountain
Black mass for you
And echoing above the ground:
"Follow me!"

On the road to hell
Wind and movement
The brake will not save, the trace of blood will be washed off until morning
The black horseman is racing
In full vestment
And the road to Paradise is completely empty ...