Riders from the Black Ridge - West Coast AI (Gothic Country Power Metal)

“Riders from the Black Ridge” is a gothic country power metal song about cursed ghost riders descending from the mountains during a blood moon, relentlessly hunting the living. With intense galloping rhythms, haunting melodies, and dark, atmospheric tones, the song captures the terror and inevitability of being pursued by these spectral beings bound to an eternal curse.
Lyrics:
Verse:
The blood moon rises over jagged stone
Shadows move where the wild winds moan
From the ridge above comes a haunting sound
Riders who’ve long been dead, back to hunt the ground
Their eyes blaze red, and their faces hollow
Bound to ride where the darkness follows
Hooves beat thunder on forgotten trails
Cursed souls unleashed from an ancient tale
Chorus:
Riders from the Black Ridge, shadows of the past
Sweeping down the mountain, chasing hard and fast
They ride by night, unseen by day
On haunted paths they mark their prey
With fire and bone, they charge through the black
Bound by a curse, there’s no turning back
They’re hell-bent souls, and they’ll never cease
Riders from the Black Ridge - hunters that bring no peace
Verse:
Old legends tell of their murderous spree
Bound by the chains of blasphemy
The dead ride fast, their leader’s call
To drag the living down to the hall
Where whispers cling to mountain stones
They ride to claim both blood and bones
Their leader’s shadow cuts like a knife
In their endless hunt, they prey on life
Chorus:
Riders from the Black Ridge, shadows of the past
Sweeping down the mountain, chasing hard and fast
They ride by night, unseen by day
On haunted paths they mark their prey
With fire and bone, they charge through the black
Bound by a curse, there’s no turning back
They’re hell-bent souls, and they’ll never cease
Riders from the Black Ridge - hunters that bring no peace
Bridge:
The wind is a howl, and the night’s ablaze
Locked in a nightmare, a wicked haze
Can’t outrun the storm they bring
Their death song’s all I hear them sing
Post-Bridge:
Oh, Lord, shield my soul from their grasp
As they pull me closer, breathe their final gasp
Verse:
The ridge looms closer as I flee
Ghostly riders surrounding me
With every breath, they gain in stride
The blood moon’s glow, my only guide
Chorus:
Riders from the Black Ridge, shadows of the past
Sweeping down the mountain, chasing hard and fast
They ride by night, unseen by day
On haunted paths they mark their prey
With fire and bone, they charge through the black
Bound by a curse, there’s no turning back
They’re hell-bent souls, and they’ll never cease
Riders from the Black Ridge - hunters that bring no peace
Final Chorus:
Riders from the Black Ridge, the damned draw near
With fire in their eyes and whispers of fear
They ride by night, their vengeance sealed
In the cursed light, their fate revealed
Bound to the blood moon, they vanish at dawn
But their shadows linger, though bodies are gone
Eternal riders, from death’s dark steep
Riders from the Black Ridge - forever in my sleep
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