Deathrider — Anthrax

Riding hard, high in the saddle Winged steed of unwearing flight Sweeping through air just like fire Swift of the foot, great of might

Hear the screams (ow!) Feel the bite We ride with death Tonight

Here it comes You better hide Shoot the guns You're gonna die

Conquering all, spreading terror Hoofs gallop in thunderous pound Devouring the souls of the wretched Trampling them down to the ground

Gripping the reins of destruction Made of steel on his hands Holder of forces immortal Slaughtering all in his path