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