From outer space he came to this world To conquer and rule nothing is safe To suck it out like a spider a fly By his mental strength he controls The mankind and gave religion But their gods are so far away It doesnt matter how many will die It doesnt matter how many will cry He is the Pale Pale rider The bringer of death, suffer and pain Pale Pale rider The lord of destruction is his name Behind the clouds their lives a tribe In a cold world where all life will die They wait for for the helping hands All treasure he found here on this earth And at other planets he robbed too In thousands of years of his endless pain I am the Pale rider searching for superiority The world where I live is like hell so dark All hate around me I can understand But my tribe is dependent at all energy you have.
pale, rider, tribe, doesnt, matter