Deep from hells gates approach a warrior
Dressed in black armor, all the gorier
Strides slow and heavy, Heart Stopped
Breath slow and steady,
Ready to save this world from the hypocritical scrutiny
Of the heaven and hell, that plagues us all with stupidity
He rides among us, on his guided stead
Flame rising from its nose as it snarls and feeds
And as the angels meet him at the gate
It’s feared that they came too late
For the earth is a battlefield for this ancient war
He raises his sword against the demons
The angels, and all who haunt this world
This rider is damnation, salvation,
the destruction of the world
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