Those Ghost Riders, they ride in the dark of the velvet skies.
They move in time with time never-ending, always riding through the moonlight skies.

They sound so loud like trumpets blowing in all directions, coming closer to haunt your night of bliss.

Ghost Riders, riding in the sky they never let your mind rest not when there around, these Ghost Riders in the sky.

The portal opening was in the fabric of space and time Ghost Riders dimensional entities passing through, to ride the darken skies that sparkle.

Time is near to look up in the sky
for those Ghost Riders in the sky
they come with a message.


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