Devin Townsend - Sinner

Sinner rider, rides in with the storm The devil rides beside him The devil is his god, God help you mourn Do you, do you hear it, do you hear the thunder Deafen every living thing about Can you, can you see it, can you See the mountains darken yonder Black sun rising, time is running out Sacrifice to vice or die by the hand of the Sinner! Sinner! Sinner! Sinner! His steed of fury, Eyes of fire and mane ablaze Demonic vultures stalking Drawn by the smell of war and pain He roams the starways Searching for the carcasses of war But if it's hungry then its very presence Disrupts the calm into the storm Curse and damn you all you'll fall by the hand of the Sinner! Sinner! Sinner! Sinner! God of the Devils, God of the Devils Won't you help them pray God of the Devils, God of the Devils Is there no other way Can't you hear their souls calling out in their plight Can't you see their blood is boiling setting them alight Thirty years now sleeping, so sound War raises its head, and looks slowly around The Sinner is near, sensing the fear And the beast will start movin' around Can't you see their souls calling out in their brain Can't you hear their blood is boiling setting them alight ...Sinner, Sinner, Sinner, Sinner! Sinner! Sinner! Sinner! Sinner! Sacrifice to vice or die by the hand of the Curse and damn you all you fall by the hand of the Sinner!