[Tape Failure]

[Bridge]
Time has taken its toll on you
The lines that crack your face
Famine, your body, it has torn through
Withered in every place
Pestilence for what you've had to endure
And what you have put others through
Death, deliverance for you, for sure
Now there's nothing you can do, no

[Instrumental Break]

[Interlude: James Hetfield]
You people got hands out there?
Come on, get those hands up there
Come on, come on
Don't be weak

[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 3]
Gather 'round, young warriors, now
Saddle up your steeds
Killing scores with demon swords
Now's the death of doers of wrong
Swing the judgment hammer down
Safely inside, blood, guts and sweat
[Chorus]
Horsemen are drawing nearer
On leather steeds they ride
Come to take your life
On through the dead of night
Four horsemen ride
Or choose your fate and die
Oh, yeah-yeah

[Instrumental Break]

[Guitar Solo]

[Interlude: James Hetfield]
Sounds like we've got some loud motherfuckers out there
Ooh, holy shit
It's a fucking Friday night and we're ready to raise some hell