9000 Years

make room as I rally the horses saddled up tight and ready to show them who's gonna teach you how many will be bleeding when we ride these here men are the thunder I bring upon the soulless ground with the cuts we sing swift our knives and fluid their waterfall will seep deep into the sand of your castle bow down, let it sink in we make it quick so you won't feel a thing for the record and the people a more idiotic idiom we're coming to getcha shout out, pull 'm in thin make it sickening, a speedy spin why won't we seize this no option bring it on me, I face it I'll be heavy and room to swallow some hanging down from the gallows long live the ones for their purposes 9000 years in furnaces soon we'll be riding a third one hope you don't mind us getting the word out with smooth yet eerie sounds there's no way to flee your neck is ours