The water that slip on the streets washing the filth in the blood your defeat This Will be reason of a new war and then will knock on the your door Your hand soiled of blood Will attract the eyes him You will be hunted and destroyed The best place to ride is hell The song will be brief Proclation the death Honest men are corpes from past Just the damned tread on this earth Chorus: The horseman of the fire Will strew the her anger The last banquet on the earth Will be to the scavenger The horsemen named death Will se you through the flames The Hell where you ride Is no more The Shelter of Blames Repeat: chorus