| Song | Deathrider |
| Artist | Anthrax |
| Album | Fistful of Metal |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Benante, Lilker, Rosenfeld ... | |
| Riding hard, high in the saddle | |
| Winged steed of unwearing flight | |
| Sweeping through air just like fire | |
| Swift of the foot, great of might | |
| Hear the screams, feel the bite | |
| We ride with death tonight | |
| Conquering all, spreading terror | |
| Hoofs gallop in thunderous pound | |
| Devouring the souls of the wretched | |
| Trampling them down to the ground | |
| Hear the screams, feel the bite | |
| We ride with death tonight | |
| Here it comes, you better hide | |
| Shoot the guns, you're gonna die | |
| Gripping the reins of destruction | |
| Made of steel on his hands | |
| Holder of forces immortal | |
| Slaughtering all in his path | |
| Hear the screams, feel the bite | |
| We ride with death tonight |
| zuo ci : Benante, Lilker, Rosenfeld ... | |
| Riding hard, high in the saddle | |
| Winged steed of unwearing flight | |
| Sweeping through air just like fire | |
| Swift of the foot, great of might | |
| Hear the screams, feel the bite | |
| We ride with death tonight | |
| Conquering all, spreading terror | |
| Hoofs gallop in thunderous pound | |
| Devouring the souls of the wretched | |
| Trampling them down to the ground | |
| Hear the screams, feel the bite | |
| We ride with death tonight | |
| Here it comes, you better hide | |
| Shoot the guns, you' re gonna die | |
| Gripping the reins of destruction | |
| Made of steel on his hands | |
| Holder of forces immortal | |
| Slaughtering all in his path | |
| Hear the screams, feel the bite | |
| We ride with death tonight |
| zuò cí : Benante, Lilker, Rosenfeld ... | |
| Riding hard, high in the saddle | |
| Winged steed of unwearing flight | |
| Sweeping through air just like fire | |
| Swift of the foot, great of might | |
| Hear the screams, feel the bite | |
| We ride with death tonight | |
| Conquering all, spreading terror | |
| Hoofs gallop in thunderous pound | |
| Devouring the souls of the wretched | |
| Trampling them down to the ground | |
| Hear the screams, feel the bite | |
| We ride with death tonight | |
| Here it comes, you better hide | |
| Shoot the guns, you' re gonna die | |
| Gripping the reins of destruction | |
| Made of steel on his hands | |
| Holder of forces immortal | |
| Slaughtering all in his path | |
| Hear the screams, feel the bite | |
| We ride with death tonight |