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Riding hard, high in the saddle
Winged steed of unwearing flight
Sweeping through air just like fire
Swift of the foot, great of might

Hear the screams
Feel the bite
We ride with death
Tonight

Here it comes
You better hide
Shoot the guns
You're gonna die

Conquering all, spreading terror
Hoofs gallop in thunderous pound
Devouring the souls of the wretched
Trampling them down to the ground

Gripping the reins of destruction
Made of steel on his hands
Holder of forces immortal
Slaughtering all in his path
Riding hard, high in the saddle   Winged steed of unwearing flight   Sweeping through air just like fire   Swift of the foot, great of might      Hear the screams   Feel the bite   We ride with death   Tonight      Here it comes   You better hide   Shoot the guns   You're gonna die      Conquering all, spreading terror   Hoofs gallop in thunderous pound   Devouring the souls of the wretched   Trampling them down to the ground      Gripping the reins of destruction   Made of steel on his hands   Holder of forces immortal   Slaughtering all in his path
 
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