Black Death On A White Horse — текст песни (Elvis Hitler)





I`m not the king of anything
Nor am I a god
I ride like rolling thunder
On a steed that`s poorly shod
I steal from necessity
I kill with no remorse
Brave men run
And hide from me
I`m Black Death on a white horse
I take women for my pleasure
And whiskey for my soul
I spared the little children
So my story could be told
No man has ever felled me
No man can change my course
I strike fear into their hearts
I`m Black Death on a white horse
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