In den Tag steigen wir heute ein mit Megadeth und ihrem Knaller «Blessed are the Dead». Passender geht der Text wohl kaum noch: «A white horse on the clouds of death, A red war horse to end all wars, A pale horse in pastilets led by, A black horse with fam at his gails»
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The great silent mirror,
Under the stars and the moon
Sounds of galloping horses
On clouds of lightning thunder
On dark and gathering storms
To scorch the earth for many generations
A new winter, worse than any
Called the holy warA white horse on the clouds of death
A red war horse to end all wars
A pale horse in pastilets led by
A black horse with fam at his gailsThe doctern of hatred
Nation wil rise against nation
Wash me in blood and let me be
The first born of the dead
A crown rider with arrows and bow
A rare rider with a great firey sword
Lakes come from the one called death
Horror And Apocalypse Follows
Moons two full horsemen ride again
Their fathers kingdom, spun to kingdom come
I hold fast to what I believe
‘Till I see my namestone
Błogosławieni umarli(Instrumentalny)