Cracking the whip, horses running fastHard groaning wheels, the deep ruts they castThe coach is rushing through the haze of the nightDarkness everywhere and no white masque in sightHard pounding hooves, the mud's flying highDeep panting breath, throats running dryThe sharp biting chill is freezing their breathThe tottering coach is beating its path Invincible blazeWhite masked faceDepriving the scourgeDreadful mirageBlazing the wrath with the union of the white masqueLord's and marquises, they're just running scaredMysterious force, phantoms of the dark nightHunting the evil that hides in its lair, yeahThe dark and caped silhouette's in the hazeCovered phenomenon with a mask on his facePistol and sword, the coach has to stopThe marquis knows well, that he'll lose what he's gotHunting the evil that hides in its lair Cracking the whip, horses running fastThe hard groaning wheels, the deep ruts they castBlazing the wrath with the union of the white masqueLord's and marquises, they're just running scaredMysterious force, phantoms of the dark nightHunting the evil that hides in its lair