we are the power of destruction
We are the messengers of death
We bring the fire and corruption
We riders of Apocalypse
We are the rippers of lost souls
And Gods are out of control
You know, it's end, no were to run
Your hope is lost, forever gone
We are the darkness in your mind
Our souls is empty, eyes is blind
Forget your world, its no return
The wheel of fate already turns
war from west to the east
plague, hunger in south
from north coming death
cold fire burn the ground
Apocalipse rise
Apocalipse calls
your future will die
in blood it will drown
Riders
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