White Masque - Running Wild

Cracking the whip, horses running fast

The hard groaning wheels, the deep ruts they cast

The coach is rushing, through the haze of the night

Darkness everywhere and no White Masque in sight

Hard pounding hooves, the mud’s flying high

Deep panting, throats running dry

The sharp biting chill is freezing their breath

But the tottering coach is beating it’s path

Invincible blaze

White masked face

Depriving the scourge

Dreadful mirage

Blazing the wrath with, the union of the «white masque»

The lord’s and marquises, their just running feared

Mysterious force, phantoms of the dark night

Hunting the evil that hides in it’s lair

A dark and caped silhouette’s in the haze

A covered phenomenon with a mask on his face

Pistol and sword, the coach has to stop

The marquis knows well, that he’ll lose what he’s got

Invincible blaze

White masked face

Depriving the scourge

Dreadful mirage

Blazing the wrath with, the union of the «white masque»

The lord’s and marquises, their just running feared

Mysterious force, phantoms of the dark night

Hunting the evil that hides in it’s lair