Sinner rider, rides in with the storm
The devil rides beside him
The devil is his god, God help you mourn
Do you, do you hear it, do you hear the thunder
Deafen every living thing about
Can you, can you see it, can you
See the mountains darken yonder
Black sun rising, time is running outSacrifice to vice or die by the hand of the
Sinner!
Sinner!
Sinner!
Sinner!His steed of fury,
Eyes of fire and mane ablaze
Demonic vultures stalking
Drawn by the smell of war and pain
He roams the star ways
Searching for the carcasses of war
But if it's hungry then its very presence
Disrupts the calm into the stormCurse and damn you all you'll fall by the hand of the
Sinner!
Sinner!
Sinner!
Sinner!God of the Devils, God of the Devils
Won't you help them pray
God of the Devils, God of the Devils
Is there no other wayCan't you hear their souls calling out in their plight
Can't you see their blood is boiling setting them alightThirty years now sleeping, so sound
War raises its head, and looks slowly around
The Sinner is near, sensing the fear
And the beast will start movin' aroundCan't you see their souls calling out in their brain
Can't you hear their blood is boiling setting them alightSinner, Sinner, Sinner, Sinner!
Sinner!
Sinner!
Sinner!
Sinner!Sacrifice to vice or die by the hand of the curse
And damn you all you fall by the hand of the sinner!
Sinner! Sinner! Sinner!
Songwriters
TIPTON, GLENN RAYMOND/HALFORD, ROBPublished by
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