| Riding the devil’s horse
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| I’m riding the devil’s horse
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| The sinister curse has me in it’s spell
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| Degraded scalps that adorn me so well
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| And every time when your death glare meets mine
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| A phantom is gazing through cynical eyes
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| Bounded so faithful by spiritual beasts
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| Scattering splendors of worshipping deeds
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| No mercy will pump out the damned tears in me
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| Predominant signs bring just tragedy
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| To the perdition — that keeps me alive
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| Riding the devil’s horse
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| I’m riding the devil’s horse
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| The devil’s horse
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| It whispers to me with languishing lips
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| The evil is hunger and the fire I breathe
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| I know that there’re two ways for me to walk on
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| Within my rage under final command
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| And power was given to me by the sword
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| The day of my wrath who’ll be able to stand
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| Nobody surviving the passage of blood
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| And hell follows me when I’m rising up
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| So follow my trace — to the destiny
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| Riding the devil’s horse
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| I’m riding the devil’s horse…
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| The devil’s horse |