Blessed Are The Dead |
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Blessed Are The Dead Lyrics |
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 A great sign appearedUnder the stars and the moon Sounds of galloping horses On clouds of lightning and thunder A dark and gathering storm To scorch the earch for many generations A nuclear winter Worse than any cold or holy war A white horse on the clouds of death A red warhorse to end all wars A pale horse and pestilence led By a black horse with famine and scales The doctrine of hatred, nation will rise against nation Wash me in blood and let me be the first born of the dead A crowned rider with arrows and bow A red rider with a great fiery sword Plagues from the one colored death Horror and apocolypse follows Ride, won`t you four horsemen ride again Before this kingdom`s blown to kingdome come Ride, I hold fast to what I believe till I see my name in stone Blessed are the dead, that they may rest A white horse on the clouds of death A red warhorse to end all wars A pale horse and pestilence led By a black horse with famine and scales The doctrine of hatred, nation will rise against nation Wash me in blood and let me be the first born of the dead A crowned rider with arrows and bow A red rider with a great fiery sword Plagues from the one colored death Horror and apocolypse follows Ride won`t you four horsemen ride again Before this kingdom`s blown to kingdom come Ride, I hold fast to what I believe till I see my name in stone Blessing the dead Solo - Drover Solo - Mustaine Solo - Drover |
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