For Whom The Bell Tolls
Metallica
5:10(Time) has taken its toll on you The lines that crack your face (Famine) your body it has torn through Withered in every place (Pestilence) for what you had to endure And what you have put others through (Death) deliverance for you for sure Now there's nothing you can do, no Are you people got hands up there? Come on, get those hands right up Come on, get up Don't be weak Gather 'round you warriors now Saddle up your steeds Killing scores with demon swords Now is the death of doers of wrong Swing the judgement hammer down Safely inside blood, guts, and sweat Horsemen are drawing nearer On leather steeds they ride Come to take your life On through the dead of night The horsemen ride Or choose your fate and die Oh, yeah-yeah Sounds like we've got some loud motherfuckers out there Ooh, holy shit It's a fucking Friday night and we're ready to raise some hell