The clang of the chains announcing the crime as he runs
A madman haunting the drives on the highway
Faster than a bullet
Cursing the living
Nothing to lose
He's on fire and here to stay
When the sun is down he's not the same
Can't you see what he became?
Now he is ready to kill
And he rides a beast made of steel
Beastrider is going to strike
Deadly nightmares
Rising from the underground
Blood is he's fuel
That's the seed of his thrill
Corpses on the road
Scratches on the wall
Ten, thrity, a hundred
How many left to fall
Die! Die! Die!
You'll see the light
Die! Die! Die!
You're dying tonight