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The Headless Children by W.A.S.P.

Time bombs in the hands of all the wicked warbabies Light the fuse of temptation and we all burn Four horsemen sit high up in the saddle And waiting are ride the bloody trail of no return

  • Philo@lemmy.caOPM
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    On a cold winter morning, in the time before the light In flames of death’s eternal reign, we ride towards the fight When the darkness has fallen down, and the times are tough all right The sound of evil laughter falls around the world tonight The laughter stops and a voice comes out and says " You pitiful fool, you have doomed the realm with your errant guess. Now, it’s time to die."