dying young歌词
the four horsemen
by the last breath of the fourth winds blow
better raise your ears
the sound of hooves knocks at your door
lock up your wife and children now
it's time to wield the blade
for now you have got some company
the horsemen are drawing nearer
on the leather steeds they ride
they have come to take your life
on through the dead of night
with the four&
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