[Strophe 1:]
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In the cold of the night, in darkness we hide.
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Waiting to come out and slaughter.
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Making no noise will leave them no choice.
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The can not run away.
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[Bridge:]
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All our warriors waiting deep inside (the) Forrest.
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I wait until I hear (the) command.
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Deep in my heart I feel the pathos of war.
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[Chorus:]
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Ride Silent!
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They don't know we're here.
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Ride Silent!
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So they can't hear.
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Ride Silent!
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When surpise is on our side all the enemies die.
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Ride Silent!
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[Strophe 2:]
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Their women are crying when we're coming out.
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They don't know what happened.
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We cut off their heads when they come out their beds,
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Before they reach their weapons.
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[repeat Bridge]
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[repeat Chorus]
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Ride Silent!
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| Majesty |
