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Armed With Icy Blades

That Reflect All Light

7 Of Us In All

Horsemen Of The Night

Dressed In Cloaks of Black

Nocturnal Men Alive

Stealing Souls of Men

No One Will Survive

The Children Filled With Fright

Total Genocide

Fearing For Their Lives

We Are The Darker Side

With The Fall Of The Sun

The Seven Chosen Ones

Heeding Their Masters Call

Into The Dead Of Night

Hiding From The Light

Black Riders, Mankind Falls

When You See Us Coming

You Turn Your Tail And Run

Nothing In Sight To Kill

The Slaughters Just Begun

We Have You Our Grasp

We're Tearing You Apart

Bloody Corpses Everywhere

Till Death Do Us Part

And Then The Lights Go Out

Your Chances Growing Slim

Your Praying To Your God

For A Future Not So Grim

With The Fall Of The Sun

The Seven Chosen Ones

Heeding Their Masters Call

Into The Dead Of Night

Hiding From The Light

Black Riders, Mankind Falls

Feel The Icy Wind

Flowing Down Your Back

Signal That We're Coming

7 Horsemen Wearing Black

Arriving From the Darkness

Through the Misty Air

We're Here To Break The Silence

Your Gone Without A Prayer, Yeah