[Verse 1] Well the midnight wind is howlin’, the hills are black with rain, I hear that rattlin’ thunder rollin’ down the lane. No mortal horse could drag it, no mortal hand could steer, It’s the Cóiste Bodhar a-rollin’, and I know it’s drawin’ near. [Chorus] Ride, ride, the Death Coach flies, Through dark of night and stormy skies. Ghastly horses pound the sod, Carryin’ souls away to God. [Verse 2] There’s a driver wrapped in shadow, faceless, still, and grim, Three knocks upon the doorway, and you’ve got to follow him. The candlelight is dyin’, You'll not see another dawn The Cóiste Bodhar calls you, and you can’t hold on. [Chorus] Ride, ride, the Death Coach flies, Through dark of night and stormy skies. Ghastly horses pound the sod, Carryin’ souls away to God. [Instrumental - Demonic fiddle] [Acapella] Ride, ride, the Death Coach flies, Through dark of night and stormy skies. Ghastly horses pound the sod, Carryin’ souls away to God. [Full Vocals and Instrumentation]] Ride, ride, the Death Coach flies, Through dark of night and stormy skies. Ghastly horses pound the sod, Carryin’ souls away to God. [Outro/Tag] Yes, the Cóiste Bodhar rolls… till the souls are gone.
