[Intro – slow, steel slide guitar with distant thunder]
They say death rides a horse...
But it ain’t got no name.
It’s got smoke in its lungs,
And vengeance in the reins.
[Verse 1]
He don’t cast no shadow, don’t leave no track,
Just a flicker in the dusk and the sound of a crack.
Boots made of silence, hat low like sin,
If you hear the hoofbeats... you're already in.
Tales say he died, but never laid low,
Now he rides with the storm, cold winds in tow.
No wanted poster, no gold reward—
Just a whisper in the dark: “The Wraith is Lord.”
[Chorus – band crashes in like thunder]
Wraith Ryder, midnight-born,
Rides the line where life gets torn.
Six shots deep and a heart gone cold,
A soul sold once, now never grows old.
Don’t beg, don’t pray, don’t try to hide,
When Wraith Ryder comes, you take that ride.
[Verse 2]
He don’t blink, he don’t bleed,
He’s the nightmare justice that the wicked feed.
He rides alone, but he ain’t ever far,
Just a breath from your neck, beneath that star.
They say he once loved, say he once lost,
Now he burns through the world to repay that cost.
His stallion’s black smoke, his path unknown,
But if you cross his code, you ride alone.
[Bridge – stripped back, fingerpicked guitar]
The desert don’t claim him,
The bullet don’t find,
The sins of the past
Are all that bind.
[Final Chorus – slower, heavier, battle drum rhythm]
Wraith Ryder, dusk in his eyes,
Hell in his hands and truth in disguise.
A ghost with a gun, a flame in the rain,
He don’t want peace—just the weight of pain.
You’ll never see the whites of his eyes…
Just the starless sky when it's time to die.
[Outro – haunting harmonica, horse gallop fades into nothing]
Some ride for gold.
Some ride for fame.
He rides for silence...
And you’ll never forget his name.
WRAITH RYDER.
BrandonJamesBand
