Evil Rides the Wind

A cascade of blood flowed down the steps, but the swish of the sword hadn’t finished yet Cutting through sinew bones and veins, torturing men faceless no-names Dripping in blood and bellowing in lust, a man with no fear low sight for the just Pillaging villages putting heads on spikes, raging with evil with hatred he strikes Riding through deserts with bones all around, these are his leavings on the roadside are found A warning to others don’t knock on this door, or your head may end up rolling the floor Mounting his hellion he rides the wind, a horrible form eyes shine with sin This evil does travel and may gallop through town, bolt your doors and keep your head down All through the ages this evil floods, gushing through streets as rivers of blood