Riding here, a cloak over your face,
What has caused you to come to this haunted place?
Atop a horse that is one with the night,
Why are you here, this isn’t your fight
My hand in yours leading the way,
You beg me to go so why should I stay
Dark eyes with hair swept over your face,
Why have you come to this silent place?

Back on her horse and riding away
Just riding, away
Back on her horse riding away
Away
The shadows shoot by under the moon’s silver rays
An old ruined castle for the night we will stay
The dew stained grass
Until the dawn of the day

Taking your hands gentle with grace
Now we are here is it the end of the chase?
Leaning to you yet away you do move
Bringing me here, why don’t you approve
Hearing the ocean, the wind in the trees
You’re still and pure, please just be freed
Staring at me, your touch full of grace,
Is it the end of the unstated chase?

Is this a chase
Chase
Why this strange chase

This overgrown room with an old and slow pace,
Acting as if we’re in wait for a race
Taking my hand, is there something you know,
Flying back home, what won’t you show?

Return to the villa there’s a man in my bed,
Drips on the floor from the shot in his head
You took me away at a frantic pace
You look at me as if we’ve just won a race

The race
An innocent race