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Black leather, army of terror, we're marching though the lands
Spreading fire, electric saviour, speeding beast with no taste for mercy
Retaliation, is out of question, you'll bleed for a piece of action
We'll spread the message to every nation, don't mess with the black wicked stallion

Dust sweeping horde of shaking steel, thunderous raving pillage machine
Masters of carnage and hell outraging, we'll burn your place, and smash your door

A storm of lightning is coming your way, no need to pray,
You'll be the victim of our game, we've come to slice you away
Now reach for your weapon, in front of the stallion, expel your last breath
Yours is a ghost town, a hole in the ground, as we rave through the night

A piercing sound on the battlefield, corrupting bodies, destroying shields
Soaring high, victory is here, when madness reigns you'll feel the steel!

A slice in the throat, and another head rolls, they're doomed by the rider's call
We, lawless slayers will charge through barriers, bringing news of terror
No grass greener than the one that perish here forever
Underneath these black feet resounds the gallop of the carnage stallion

No victim left to mourn their peers, no house nor church when time stays still
Blood and corpses rotting to the ground, after all is done, no groan no sound

Face the stallion!

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