| Staring at the hourglass I hear them marching
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| Locked in precision Goose-stepping approaching
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| Reduced to ash, rubble and dust
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| Mental defects in the brain trust
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| And now the lonely in their darkest hour
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| Fall at the hands of obscene power
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| Heart of the pale horse, pumping and pounding
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| Chomping at the bit, waiting for the hammer to fall
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| for the hammer to fall
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| Ghosts of war walk the killing fields
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| No second thoughts only a stitch in time
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| Accomplice to the perfect crime
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| Everyday illusion don’t even bother
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| You’re no competition, don’t waste your time
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| Murder the masses now ash and dust
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| Worms eat away at the brain trust
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| And now left hopeless in their darkest hour
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| Fall at the hands of obscene power
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| Heart of the pale horse, pumping and pounding
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| Chomping at the bit, waiting for the hammer to fall
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| for the hammer to fall
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| Ghosts of war walk the killing fields
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| No second thoughts only a stitch in time
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| Accomplice to the perfect crime
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| Mortal man thorny crown
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| Rabid dogs hunt you down
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| Sinful soul empty hole
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| Growing numb left you cold
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| Behold the pale horse
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| Devouring man
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| swallowing souls
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| Tonight we ride
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| with death in full stride
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| Tonight we ride
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| into the cold dark and unknown
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| Behold the pale horse
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| and his lone rider
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| Devouring man
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| swallowing souls
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| Devouring man
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| swallowing souls
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| Heart of the pale horse, pumping and pounding
|
| Chomping at the bit, waiting for the hammer to fall
|
| for the hammer to fall
|
| Ghosts of war walk the killing fields
|
| No second thoughts only a stitch in time
|
| Accomplice to the perfect crime
|
| Tonight we ride
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| with death in full stride
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| Tonight we ride
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| into the cold dark and unknown |