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 muds flying high Deep panting breath, throats running dry The sharp biting chill is freezing their breath But the tottering coach is beating its path Invincible blaze White masked face Depriving the scourge Dreadful mirage Blazing the wrath with the union of the White Masque The lords and marquises, theyre just running scared Mysterious force, phantoms of the dark night Hunting the evil that hides in its lair A dark and caped silhouettes 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 hell lose what hes got Invincible blaze White masked face Depriving the scourge Dreadful mirage Blazing the wrath with the union of the White Masque The lords and marquises, theyre just running scared Mysterious force, phantoms of the dark night Hunting the evil that hides in its lair
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