Coachman's Curse - Thornbridge

For a thousand years

Hell’s opened its gates

To send the coachman into the world

When the moon is shining

With a broody, red light

The Coachman will guide

Our souls out of life

The last ray of light like a silken thread

Expelled by darkness

Night of the damned

In the dour of the Coachman’s Curse

He was enslaved, a servant of hell

Undead forever

He’s on the cent

For the souls of the fallen men

To every battlefield he rides

Seeks out your soul with burning eyes

The Coachman will guide

Our souls out of life

Final stop on earth

Beholder of lifetime and hunter of souls

We can’t escape

The Coachman’s Curse

His cowl full of dust

And the smell of death

Backbreaking silence

He patiently waits

The battle has just begun

And when the deathgame finally ends

His voice is calling

The souls of the damned

He’s left with no choice

He’s lashing his horse

In the gloom of night

We can see a glowing light in the dust

So we will follow him

In Coachman we trust