Letra Of Turn the Riders from Apocalypse - Venereal Sickness
Once again the world, surrender
That yours old?s riders
New?s ideas and appearances
More always with the same intention
Chaos, Death, Devastation?
Using yours bigger?s weapons
Control yours minds
Manipulations of nations
With yours religions and yours media
That dog?s of war, mere?s puppets
They will pay with blood
And riding triumphant on skulls the
Humanity bones
The kingdom of absolute evil?