See the rider
Rides in with the storm
And you were right beside him
But never lived a scout yet have been born
Do you, do you hear it, do ya
Hear the thunder
Deafening the devil in his abode
Can you, can you see it, can you
See the mountains darken yonder
Black and running time is running out.

Sacrifice to vice, all die by the hand of the
Sinner!
Sinner!
Sinner!
Sinner!

His steed fury
Eyes of fire and rain ablaze
Demandin' vultures stalkin'
Drawn by the smell of warm and pain
He roams the stairways
Searching for the caucuses of war
But it is only that his
Very presence
Disrupts the calling to the storm

Curse and damn you, all you fall by the hand of the
Sinner!
Sinner!
Sinner!
Sinner!

Part of the devil, part of the devil
Ok, have you brain
Part of the devil, part of the devil
You better run away
Can't you hear their souls calling out in their pain
Can't you see their bodies wanting searching for their light

Can't you hear their souls weeping
Some chant
Or is it insane
And it's only a rant
The sinner is near
Sensing the fear
And the beast will start movin' around

Can't you see their souls calling out in their pain
Can't you hear their bodies wanting searching for the light

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

Sacrifice to vice
All die by the hand of the sinner!
Curse and damn you
All you fall by the hand of the sinner!

Writer : TIPTON, GLENN RAYMOND/HALFORD, ROB
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing