Sinner rider, rides on with the storm
 The Devil rides beside him
 The Devil is his God, God help you mourn

 Do you, do you hear it do you
 Hear the thunder
 Deafen every living thing about
 Can you, can you see it can you
 See the mountains darken yonder
 Black sun rising, time [bad word] out

 Sacrifice to vice or die by the hand of the Sinner!
 Sinner!
 Sinner!
 Sinner!

 His steed of fury, eyes of fire and mane ablaze
 Demonic vultures stalking
 Drawn by the smell of war and pain

 He roams the starways
 Searching for the carcasses of war
 But if it's hungry then it's very presence
 [bad word] the calm into the storm

 Curse and [bad word] you all you'll fall by the hand of the Sinner!
 Sinner!
 Sinner!
 Sinner!

 God of the Devils, God of the Devils
 Won't you help them pray
 God of the Devils, God of the Devils
 Is there no other way

 Can't you hear their souls calling out in their brain
 Can't you see their blood is boiling setting them alight

 Thirty years now sleeping
 So sound
 War raises it's head
 And looks slowly around
 The Sinner is near, sensing the fear
 And the beast will stop moving
 Around

 Can't you see their souls calling out in their brain
 Can't you see their blood is boiling setting them alight

 Sinner
 Sinner
 Sinner
 Sinner

 Sacrifice to vice or die by the hand of the
 Curse and [bad word] you all you'll fall by the hand of the
 Sinner!