Anthrax - Deathrider

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

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