You'll hear us coming, the riders doom Get ready to spend eternity in a tomb A reign of terror is upon the false Burning your homes and enjoying your desperate calls We are the furious militia from hell There will be no posers left to hear the knell Blood is dripping from your eyes and ears Can't tell your blood from your tears We stomp on your head and we cut your wrist I will make you lick the blood off my fist Bashing your skulls against the cross Poser scum like you can't fuck with us There is no justice, no mercy for wimps No use to cry, you fucking gimps You're barely breathing and you're gasping for air The pain has finally overcome your fear We bring you to death And watch you take your last breath We are the warriors of hell The riders of violence! A strike of blasphemy is heading your way All poser bastards will have to pay Stabbing you, along with all your friends We won't be satisfied until your life ends You cling to your life, as we break your bones The riders of death ignore your moans All you can see is leather and chains Soon we will all feast on your brains You're thrown in pile of burning death Your nose fills with the stench of the reaper's morbid breath Your body stops responding as your skin turns to ash You were tortured and killed by the warriors of thrash