Abhainn an T Sluaigh
Cracking the whip, horses running fas
The hard groaning wheels, the deep ruts they cas
The coach is rushing through the haze of the nigh
Darkness everywhere and no "White Masque" in sigh
Hard pounding hooves, the mud's flying hig
Deep panting, throats running dr
The sharp biting chill is freezing their breat
But the tottering coach is beating its pat
Invincible blaz
White masked fac
Depriving the scourg
Dreadful mirag
Blazing the wrath with the union of the "white Masque"
The lords and the marquises they're just running scare
Mysterious force, phantoms of the dark nigh
Hunting the evil that hides in its lai
A dark and capped silhouette's in the haz
A covered phenomenon with a mask on his fac
Pistol and sword, the coach has to sto
The marquis knows well that he'll lose what he's go
Invincible blaz
White masked fac
Depriving the scourg
Dreadful mirag
Blazing the wrath with the union of the "white Masque"
The lords and the marquises they're just running scare
Mysterious force, phantoms of the dark nigh
Hunting the evil that hides in its lair
