Interlocking hexagons
Marking their chest
Riding six grey horses
Taking you to your death
See the gleam of pitch black steel
Their minds no longer think
And their hearts no longer feel
Hexagon riders
Doom patrol
Riding straight into your soul
Hooves crushing your head
I can't help but think of you dead
Eating the hearts of the old
Destroying the dreams of the young
They travel the path of infinity
Make their home on distant sun
Hexagon riders
Doom patrol
Riding straight into your soul
Hooves crushing your head
I can't help but think of you dead
