Afterwards Lyrics

Artist: Root
Album: Madness Of The Graves

[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 ...

Related:
Root Lyrics
Root Madness Of The Graves Lyrics

More Root Music Lyrics:
Root - Abbadon Lyrics
Root - Astaroth Lyrics
Root - Autumn Lyrics
Root - Lykorian Lyrics
Root - Old Man Lyrics
Root - Soud Lyrics
Root - Then Lyrics
Root - Vslech Lyrics