Riding hard, high in the saddle
   Winged steed of unwearing flight
   Sweeping through air just like fire
   Swift of the foot, great of might
  
   Hear the screams (Ow!)
   Feel the bite
   We ride with death
   Tonight
  
   Here it comes
   You better hide
   Shoot the guns
   You're gonna die
  
   Conquering all, spreading terror
   Hoofs gallop in thunderous pound
   Devouring the souls of the wretched
   Trampling them down to the ground
  
   Gripping the reins of destruction
   Made of steel on his hands
   Holder of forces immortal
   Slaughtering all in his path