we ride abroad spreading the word. seeking the ways of time, pursuing the plains. charging away into the unknown, reaping the sorrow. blazing into the bright sky, bringing the night. shifting the weight of hands, burrowing the talons. we bring for you a time of merriment. untiL thE Gallows Infest themselves Onto faraway laNds. Over the Falling hills. Downwards until Odyssey's tOrn Mark.
