Make room as I rally the horses
Saddled up tight and ready to show them
Who's gonna teach you how
Many will be bleeding when we ride
These here men are the thunder I bring
Upon the soulless
Ground with the cuts we sing
Swift our knives and fluid their waterfall
Will seep deep into the sand of your castle
Bow down, let it sink in
We make it quick so you won't feel a thing
For the record and the people
A more idiotic idiom:
We're coming to getcha!
Shout out, pull ‘m in thin
Make it sickening, a speedy spin
Why won't we seize this?
No option - bring it on me, I face it
I'll be heavy and room to swallow some
Hanging down from the gallows long
Live the ones for their purposes
9000 years in furnaces
Soon we'll be riding a third one
Hope you don't mind us getting the word out
With smooth yet eerie sounds
There's no way to flee
Your neck is ours