Running Wild

Cracking the whip, horses running fast
The hard groaning wheels, the deep ruts they cast
The coach is rushing through the haze of the night
Darkness everywhere and no White Masque in sight
Hard pounding hooves, the mud's flying high
Deep panting, throats running dry
The sharp biting chill is freezing their breath
But the tottering coach is beating its path
Invincible blaze
White masked face
Depriving the scourge
Dreadful mirage
Blazing the wrath with the union of the white Masque
The lords and the marquises they're just running scared
Mysterious force, phantoms of the dark night