ANKH TV

[Intro – Fuzz riff, E minor, 104 BPM, tom‑heavy stomp]

[Count‑in: 1‑2‑3‑4]
[Verse 1]

Red wheel grinding the dawn in flame,

Iron rain drums on a blasted plain;

Hoofbeat heart in a jacket of chain—

I bite the bit, I yank the rein.
[Pre‑Chorus]

Seal cracks open, hot wind cries,

Ash lifts up, the horizon rides;

No oath, no throne, no warning light—

I am the second in the bite of night.
[Chorus]

I ride, I ride, red thunder wide,

Cut the cord, tear the quiet from the sky;

I ride, I ride, no master on my side—

War is a blade and I hold it high.
[Verse 2]

Black rag flaps in the oil‑dark air,

Cinder and wire, a fever glare;

Grit in my grin, smoke in my hair—

Kick down the gate, feel the raw world dare.
[Pre‑Chorus 2]

Seal turns, world burns, brittle pride;

Walls lean, halls ring, drums collide;

No king, no creed can cage my stride—

I am the second, a red‑tinged tide.
[Chorus]

I ride, I ride, red thunder wide,

Cut the cord, tear the quiet from the sky;

I ride, I ride, no master on my side—

War is a blade and I hold it high.
[Breakdown – Drums and voice, call‑and‑response]

Boots on the beat, hear the rail‑yard moan;

Fuzz in the teeth, chew iron to the bone.

Name every chain, then break every link—

Raise the red rain, let the old world sink.
[Guitar Solo – Bent notes, feedback bloom, two cycles]
[Bridge]

Not for a crown, not for a hymn,

For truth cut lean, ripped limb from limb;

Tear out the lie they poured like wine—

Make the buried faultline shine.
[Chorus – Final, double‑time hits on last line]

I ride, I ride, red thunder wide,

Cut the cord, tear the quiet from the sky;

I ride, I ride, till false idols cry—

War is a blade and I hold it high.
[Outro – Half‑time, low octave vocal]

Hoofbeats fade, iron hearts ignite;

Four shadows wheel—

The second owns the night.

As the second entry in The Four Horsemen, The second comes roaring out of the garage with proto-metal grit and a rebel heart. Driven by a rich contralto and a hard rock singer’s bite, the track aims for raw immediacy: fuzz-caked riffs, tom-heavy thump, and a vocal delivery that rejects polish in favor of visceral impact.

Leaning into the War archetype without slipping into melodrama, the song channels the cracking of seals, the churn of hooves, and the heat of revolt as mood and metaphor. The artistic intent feels clear: to ride the fault line between chaos and liberation, turning apocalyptic imagery into a rallying cry. Expect blunt-force groove, a red-tinged horizon of sound, and a fearless voice that refuses crowns, creeds, and quiet.