Elvis Hitler - Black Death On A White Horse Тексты

I'm not the king of anything
Nor am I a god
I ride like rolling thunder
On a street that's poorly shod
I steal from necessity
I kill with no remorse
Brave men run
And hide from me
I'm Black Death on a White Horse

I take women for my pleasure
And whiskey for my soul
I spared the little children
So my story could be told
No man has ever felled me
No man can change my course
I strike fear into their hearts
I'm Black Death on a White Horse