| Sinner rider, rides in with the storm
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| The devil rides beside him
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| The devil is his god, God help you mourn
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| Do you, do you hear it, do you hear the thunder?
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| Deafen every living thing about
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| Can you, can you see it, can you?
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| See the mountains darken yonder
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| Black sun rising, time is running out
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| Sacrifice to vice or die by the hand of the
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| Sinner!
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| Sinner!
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| Sinner!
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| Sinner!
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| His steed of fury
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| Eyes of fire and mane ablaze
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| Demonic vultures stalking
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| Drawn by the smell of war and pain
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| He roams the stairways
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| Searching for the carcasses of war
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| But if its hungry, then its very presence
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| Disrupts the calm into the storm
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| Curse and damn you all, you’ll fall by the hand of the
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| Sinner!
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| Sinner!
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| Sinner!
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| Sinner!
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| God of the devils, god of the devils
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| Won’t you help them pray?
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| God of the devils, god of the devils
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| Is there no other way?
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| Can’t you hear their souls calling out in their plight?
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| Can’t you see their blood is boiling, setting them alight?
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| Thirty years now sleeping, so sound
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| War raises its head and looks slowly around
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| The sinner is near, sensing the fear
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| And the beast will start movin' around
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| Can’t you see their souls calling out in their brain?
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| Can’t you hear their blood is boiling, setting them alight?
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| Sinner!
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| Sinner!
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| Sinner!
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| Sinner!
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| Sinner!
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| Sinner!
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| Sinner!
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| Sinner
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| Sinner
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| Sinner
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| Sacrifice to vice or die by the hand of the
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| Curse and damn you all, you fall by the hand of the
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| Sinner! |