Sinner rider, rides in 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 is running out.

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 its very presence
Disrupts the calm into the storm

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 plight
Can't you see their blood is boiling setting them alight

Thirty years now sleeping, so sound
War raises its head, and looks slowly around
The Sinner is near, sensing the fear
And the beast will start movin' around

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

Sinner, Sinner, Sinner, Sinner,
Sinner
Sinner
Sinner!
Sinner!
Sinner!