Marauders

As soon as you're seen, they're kickin' dust (He-eeyy!) No banner to wave, and no flag to trust It's an empty man that commands his company! In deep desolation, no currency works like blood on the pavement And filled with elation Are those who withhold their souls from saving (Empty lungs demand your every waking breath) The pain of damnation, means little to those already stuck in abasement And high is the station, for anyone willing to take without lament (Empty eyes demand your sacrificial death.) Dead stacks of better angels, eclipsе the firmament Their bodiеs stacked so god damn high You'd think they're heaven sent! They'll defeat you Tear you into pieces for their young Who will eat you Savoring your blood upon their tongues "Pleased to meet you." First they seem like they're in such a struggle But their confidence will conquer you... (Ride, ride, ride) For empty land on the horizon (Ride, ride, ride) 'Til every bit of hope is gone With or without you, they can plan for their survival (Even though they approach deliverance daily) They're about to make a meal of another rival (Even though their approach was perfectly stately) They got follow-through, and an emphasis on style (Even though when they’re done there's messes they're making) Do what the others do, and keep away for miles There's empty hands on the horizon And every bit of hope is gone (It's the empty man who commands your company!) (Ride, ride, ride) To empty land on the horizon (It's the empty man that commands your company!) (Ride, ride, ride) And every bit of hope is gone (It's the empty man that commands your company.)