Riding hard, high in the saddle 

Winged steed of unwearing flight 

Sweeping through air just like fire 

Swift of the foot, great of might 



Hear the screams (Ow!) 

Feel the bite 

We ride with death 

Tonight 



Here it comes 

You better hide 

Shoot the guns 

You're gonna die 



Conquering all, spreading terror 

Hoofs gallop in thunderous pound 

Devouring the souls of the wretched 

Trampling them down to the ground 



Gripping the reins of destruction 

Made of steel on his hands 

Holder of forces immortal 

Slaughtering all in his path 









    



I've been choking on the air that you've been giving me 

it's all a game to you, to me it's an atrocity 

as you add another loop onto my noose 

i lose all sense of what is abuse 



'cause it's always been a bone of contention 

this game of "what it is that I've done for you" 

I've given you everything for nothing in return 

and I'm so tired of bleeding for the respect that I've earned 



because no, nobody knows, nobody knows 

because nobody knows anything 



I don't know how much generosity that I can take 

until I leave a trail of bodies lying in my wake 

how many times do I lose my mind 'til I realize 

give me the high hat and you think that i should compromise?