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The Ghost Riders’ Ballad Haunting Tales of Ethereal Night Riders

Rustling Up Some Courage

The Old West didn’t reward hesitation—it honored those who acted with purpose.

In haunting hues, the night unfolds,
With whispers low that brave hearts hold.
A ghostly band in the moonlight glows,
Their horses breaths like icy prose.

Through canyons deep, where shadows creep,
They ride the trails that silence keeps.
A spectral wind, it sweeps the plains,
Where lost souls dance and fate remains.

Beneath the sprawl of a starlit sky,
These phantoms gallop, wild and spry.
Their laughter lingers, a disembodied cheer,
For those who wander, their fate is clear.

So heed the tales of ethereal night,
Where courage meets with eternal fright.
In the open range where the spirits play,
Seek the ghost riders, and ride away.