Текст песни Heretic Rites - Hiding Is so Futile

Of all the gangs, he chose Adam's
Now he leads the pack in the name of Satan
Barren wastelands, where they ride
High on hatred, fearing none

Chosen ones
Wretched outlaws
Fiends's voice
Their bikes' roar

Lust to rape and kill, set a fire and rob
For their wicked master and his two horns
Don't cross their way, stay home instead
When the howls of the pack start to echo in the night

Devil's nomads
Hiding is so futile
Hellriders of doom
Coming right after you!