The Horsemen
famine my brother war and pestilence
come with me
we ride thru crimson skies tonight
angels demons humans will cry tonight
don't stop the onslaught together we ride
the hell has broken thru this night
people have sinned
the pedophiles the rapists
we must kill all
all the scum
tonight we wipe there blood from are swords
ride now collect my skulls !
I will be there when each one falls
I am the horsemen you see in the shadows
I linger above you when your in the gallows
I am death the pale rider
I am one of 3 brothers foul
we disassemble you, poison starve and wage war on you
there is nothing you can do you are a weak fool
bow to the horsemen we ride just for you
the hell do you feel it its seeping thru,
i am the pale rider there is no equal
even tho black horse doesn't think so
the red horse and i ,we kill in time
were getting ready now
to take your lives
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