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Stand tall, answer the call, |
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On your way to the |
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Sun, oh... |
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Hold tight, your leaving tonight, |
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The journey to hell has just begun. |
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All dead, fields of red, |
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Your are the chosen one, oh. |
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It's clear, the end is near, |
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Better hold on to your gun. |
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He starts his ride... |
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Fires of hell, |
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Burn in his eyes. |
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Death rides a black horse, |
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Death rides a black horse. |
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Death rides a black horse, |
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Death rides a black horse, no... |
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No fear, the enemies near, |
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Show what you have been taught, yeah. |
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So clean, a killing machine, |
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Bet you never once had thought. |
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No way, it ends today, |
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To many lives have been bought, yeah. |
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Tell me what you see... |
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He starts his ride... |
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Fires of hell, |
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Burn in his eyes. |
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Death rides a black horse, |
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Death rides a black horse. |
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Death rides a black horse, |
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Death rides a black horse, no...(Solo's) |
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He starts his ride... |
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Fires of hell, |
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Burn in his eyes. |
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Death rides a black horse, |
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Death rides a black horse. |
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Death rides a black horse, |
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Death rides a black horse, no... |
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Death rides a black horse |
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Death rides a black horse |
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Death rides a black horse |
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Death rides a black horse |
