SINNER, RIDER, RIDES IN WITH THE STORM
THE DEVIL RIDES BESIDE HIM
THE DEVIL IS HIS GOD, GOD HELP YOU MOURN
CAN YOU, CAN YOU HEAR IT, CAN 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 SINNER
SINNER
SINNER
SINNER
HIS STEED OF FURY
EYES OF FIRE AND MANE ABLAZE
DEMONIC VULTURES STALKING
DRAWN BY THE SMELL OF WAR AND PAIN
HE ROAMS THE STAIRWAYS
SEARCHING FOR THE CARCASSES OF WAR
BUT IF HE'S HUNGRY, THEN HIS VERY PRESCENCE
DISRUPTS THE CALM INTO THE STORM
CURSE AND DAMN YOU ALL YOU'LL FALL BY THE HAND OF THE SINNER
SINNER
SINNER
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 HEAR THEIR SOULS CALLING OUT IN THEIR PLIGHT
CAN'T YOU SEE THEIR BLOOD IS BOILING SETTING THEM ALIGHT
