Текст песни Jon Oliva's Pain - Death Rides A Black Horse

Stand tall, answer the call,
On your way to the Sun, oh
Hold tight, your leaving tonight,
The journey to hell has just begun

All dead, fields of red,
Your are the chosen one, oh
It's clear, the end is near,
Better hold on to your gun

He starts his ride
Fires of hell,
Burn in his eyes

Death rides a black horse,
Death rides a black horse
Death rides a black horse,
Death rides a black horse, no

No fear, the enemies near,
Show what you have been taught, yeah
So clean, a killing machine,
Bet you never once had thought

No way, it ends today,
To many lives have been bought, yeah
Tell me what you see

He starts his ride
Fires of hell,
Burn in his eyes

Death rides a black horse,
Death rides a black horse
Death rides a black horse,
Death rides a black horse, no

(Solo's)

He starts his ride
Fires of hell,
Burn in his eyes

Death rides a black horse,
Death rides a black horse
Death rides a black horse,
Death rides a black horse, no

Death rides a black horse
Death rides a black horse
Death rides a black horse
Death rides a black horse