Sinner rider, rides in with the storm

The devil rides beside him

The devil is his god, God help you mourn

Do you, do you hear it, do you hear the thunder

Deafen every living thing about

Can you, can you see it, can you

See the mountains darken yonder

Black sun rising, time is running out

Sacrifice to vice or die by the hand of the

His steed of fury

Eyes of fire and mane ablaze

Demonic vultures stalking

Drawn by the smell of war and pain

He roams the starways

Searching for the carcasses of war

But if it's hungry then its very presence

Disrupts the calm into the storm

Curse and damn you all you'll fall by the hand of the

Sinner

God of the Devils, God of the Devils

Won't you help them pray

God of the Devils, God of the Devils

Is there no other way

Can't you hear their souls calling out in their plight

Can't you see their blood is boiling setting them alight

Thirty years now sleeping, so sound

War raises its head, and looks slowly around

The Sinner is near, sensing the fear

And the beast will start movin' around

Can't you see their souls calling out in their brain

Can't you hear their blood is boiling setting them alight

Sinner

Sacrifice to vice or die by the hand of the

Curse and damn you all you fall by the hand of the

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