Black Death On A White Horse

Elvis Hitler

I'm not the king of anything 
Nor am I a god 
I ride like rolling thunder 
On a street that's poorly shod 
I steal from necessity 
I kill with no remorse 
Brave men run 
And hide from me 
I'm Black Death on a White Horse 

I take women for my pleasure 
And whiskey for my soul 
I spared the little children 
So my story could be told 
No man has ever felled me 
No man can change my course 
I strike fear into their hearts 
I'm Black Death on a White Horse
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