The clang of the chains announcing the crime as he runs
A madman haunting the drivers on the living
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, thirty, a hundred, how many left to fall

Die! Die! Die!
You'll see the light
Die! Die! Die!
You're dying tonight