Lyrics

[Tape Failure] [Bridge] Time has taken its toll on you The lines that crack your face Famine, your body, it has torn through Withered in every place Pestilence for what you've had to endure And what you have put others through Death, deliverance for you, for sure Now there's nothing you can do, no [Instrumental Break] [Interlude: James Hetfield] You people got hands out there? Come on, get those hands up there Come on, come on Don't be weak [Guitar Solo] [Verse 3] Gather 'round, young warriors, now Saddle up your steeds Killing scores with demon swords Now's the death of doers of wrong Swing the judgment hammer down Safely inside, blood, guts and sweat [Chorus] Horsemen are drawing nearer On leather steeds they ride Come to take your life On through the dead of night Four horsemen ride Or choose your fate and die Oh, yeah-yeah [Instrumental Break] [Guitar Solo] [Interlude: James Hetfield] Sounds like we've got some loud motherfuckers out there Ooh, holy shit It's a fucking Friday night and we're ready to raise some hell