Marks of the Evil One Songtext
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Marks of the Evil One Songtext
One rider has a bow
Rides a steed, white
And wears a crown, conquering
A second rider joins
On a steed, red
Swinging a sword, mongering
Fall on us, and hide us
From the tyrant who is satanically enthroned
There! There!
The marks are spreading everywhere
There! There!
The marks of the evil one
The third rider looks cool
On his steed, black
A pair of scales in his hand
The fourth rider is death
Rides a steed, pale
And Hades follows him
Fall on us, and hide us
From the tyrant who is satanically enthroned
There! There!
The marks are spreading everywhere
There! There!
Disciples of the evil one
There! There!
Watch, they′re crawling out the serpent's lair
There! There! There!
The marks of the evil one
We′re plowing through the seals
Like there is no tomorrow to be seen
As if the falling sky is nothing but an ancient dream, and
And when the sun eclipses
It's just abracadabra, some hocus pocus sham
Here they come, here they come
Here they come
There! There!
The marks are spreading everywhere
There! There!
Disciples of the evil one
There! There!
Watch, they're crawling out the serpent′s lair
There! There! There!
The marks of the evil one
There! There!
There! There!
There is a fucking, there! There!
The marks of the e-
Rides a steed, white
And wears a crown, conquering
A second rider joins
On a steed, red
Swinging a sword, mongering
Fall on us, and hide us
From the tyrant who is satanically enthroned
There! There!
The marks are spreading everywhere
There! There!
The marks of the evil one
The third rider looks cool
On his steed, black
A pair of scales in his hand
The fourth rider is death
Rides a steed, pale
And Hades follows him
Fall on us, and hide us
From the tyrant who is satanically enthroned
There! There!
The marks are spreading everywhere
There! There!
Disciples of the evil one
There! There!
Watch, they′re crawling out the serpent's lair
There! There! There!
The marks of the evil one
We′re plowing through the seals
Like there is no tomorrow to be seen
As if the falling sky is nothing but an ancient dream, and
And when the sun eclipses
It's just abracadabra, some hocus pocus sham
Here they come, here they come
Here they come
There! There!
The marks are spreading everywhere
There! There!
Disciples of the evil one
There! There!
Watch, they're crawling out the serpent′s lair
There! There! There!
The marks of the evil one
There! There!
There! There!
There is a fucking, there! There!
The marks of the e-
Writer(s): Vincent Fred Pontare, A Ghoul Writer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com