The Extreme Age

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