The water that slip on the streets

washing the filth in the blood your defeat

This Will be reason of a new war

and then will knock on the your door

Your hand soiled of blood

Will attract the eyes him

You will be hunted and destroyed

The best place to ride is hell

The song will be brief

Proclation the death

Honest men are corpes from past

Just the damned tread on this earth

Chorus:

The horseman of the fire

Will strew the her anger

The last banquet on the earth

Will be to the scavenger

The horsemen named death

Will se you through the flames

The Hell where you ride

Is no more

The Shelter of Blames

Repeat: chorus