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Lyrics

oh look, look now it’s the pale rider
he’s bringin’ up the rear with the brimstone fire
with red and white and black
war, famine and plague
forsake your god and abandon your daughter
enact your wrath
send your sons to slaughter
nor would you repent
when the judgment came

you better pray for your soul
cause there’s no holy book to save you now
you’re gonna reap what you sew
and tomorrow you’ll be diggin’ your own hole
tomorrow, you’ll be diggin’ your own hole

for some it’s said to begin in the cradle
the milk they drink turns sour at the table
their eyes turn black
their skin that sickly green
sighs and screams of lamentation
while lullabies sound sweet damnation
the sins of the flesh
that sacred pleasure obscene

you better pray for your soul
cause there’s no holy book to save you now
you’re gonna reap what you sew
and tomorrow you’ll be diggin’ your own hole
tomorrow, you’ll be diggin’ your own hole

look, look now it’s the pale rider
oh look, look now it’s the pale rider
look, look now… it’s the pale rider
i’m a corpse
a corpse is dung
the heresies drip off my tongue
so i am not a corpse but i am a god
and im a corpse
a corpse is dung
the heresies drip off my tongue
so I am not a corpse but i am a god

you better pray for your soul
cause there’s no holy book to save you now
you’re gonna reap what you sew
and tomorrow you’ll be diggin’ your own hole
tomorrow, you’ll be diggin’ your own hole