A dark apparition his head coverd in black hood
Wearing a flowing cossack covering his neck to feet, black again
Riding along with a black stilleto on a steed black as it could be And chasing me with intentions which cannot be but black
I am running in panic along the path paved with black stones
With my powerless and tired feet failing me
The black rider is sure to overtake me
It is only matter of a few moments, a few moments.
Let me live those few moments.
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