Title: Behold the Rotting Rider [Verse 1] Two days cross the barren steppes, yet not a tree in sight On arid ground the fate's dead whispers brought me here tonight An earthen wall, a ruined gate, ripped completely bare No bird of prey, no sound of life upon the dreadful air Through main street thoroughfares we tread where quiet shadows creep The walking dead now burnt and smashed, returned to endless sleep [Chorus] A Clip, a clop, of hooves upon the stone! He's cloaked atop, his skin a shade of bone! From ash and rot, his flesh decays and fades, The Rotting Rider, yea he bears the blades! [Verse 2] Beside the shattered fountain square, yea the rider slumps defeated Then ominous, the lone horse stops, its grim approach completed An arm of grey, consuming rot, a fate approaching worse A dying slayer on the brink, consumed by ancient curse But curses are my feast you see, devour the mummy’s stain! The rider sleeps until the morn, when I shall have his name [Verse 3] At dawn he stands past six feet tall, two swords sit short but keen Wisps of flame dance on these blades, a magic seldom seen He called himself Tyrel and listed roles too numerous to track A man who walked a thousand streets and seldom he looked back. The Tall Thief of Iona, a thief, a thug, a spy, He played the spice trade’s hidden games till cities burn and die. [Chorus] A tale, a yarn, his words betray his heart He's cloaked himself, all places shall he part. From thief to spy, a man of wile and lies, The Rotting Rider, his rot behind his eyes! [Verse 4] His master taught the hidden secrets of the Wind and Shade Before the hordes of Zoer’s dead cut down the life he made House Yall has fallen to the rot, his master in the ground Now under false and forgotten names, his vengeance shall be found They left Aperia to the dark, but on this steppe he'll stand, A hunter carving down the dead to save this cursed land! [Chorus] A Clip, a clop, the hooves upon the stone! A cloaked form hunts with burning blades alone! From trades and houses, his master torn apart The Rotting Rider, a rotten vengeful heart! [Outro] No longer grey, but scarred and lean, The quietest blade Aperia's seen! Behold the Rotting Rider!
