Coming with the clouds Hair white as wool Myriads of myriads they walk in the mist eyes like a fiery flame
Happy are they that hear The first born of the dead coming with the clouds
I was already awake, this time, I could of been drunk Why not it was a good time for it heh drink up
DEATH was coming at me from all corners Is it friday the thirteenth already The first and the last with the keys of DEATH
Hidden in the dens of the rocks Of the mountains from Four Horsemen Like a Lion one a Bull, faceless creature Flying like an Eagle
Eating things sacrified to Idols Will blot out your name Diadems and fornication Self denial, now that is something
A crown, a bow, and a white horse Half open lips stunk of perfume Sounding an enormous trumpet
Hidden in the dens of the rocks Of the mountains from Four Horsemen Like a Lion one a Bull, faceless creature Flying like an EagleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
