Ghost Riders
when they comes riding in the sparking thunder
Riding on the black horse,
Black cloth and a black hat to match
A gun to shot
A black long rope to wipe
Riding fiercely for soul
lost soul who are gone
long gone
And a bullet shot
A green smoke follows
And gone,not a trace to be seen
No memories to remember
No emotions to feel
Dead?No,more like disappear
Because that is what they do
Wiping all memories of souls
Riding on the black horse,
Black cloth and a black hat to match
A gun to shot
A black long rope to wipe
Riding fiercely for soul
lost soul who are gone
long gone
And a bullet shot
A green smoke follows
And gone,not a trace to be seen
No memories to remember
No emotions to feel
Dead?No,more like disappear
Because that is what they do
Wiping all memories of souls