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Black Horse Pike riding in the night

With death's hands firmly in mine

Words for the seer to kill the non-believers

Drop down and raise their heads up high to the sky

Blood, fire and rain upon this holy place

We cleanse you of what you know not

Don't run away, our wrath is like a plague

I beckon them to put you in your grave

Inching his way, coming closer

Putrid and foul was his odor

Eyes staring over my shoulder

Dark heavy hands taking over

Four horsemen ride to the other side

Make your peace before you die

A death bell on horseback, we leave behind death's tracks

And then we move on to the next one's life