A great sign appeared
Under the stars and the moon
Sounds of galloping horses

On clouds of lightning and thunder

A dark gathering storm

To scorch the earth for many generations
A nuclear winter
Worse than any cold or holy war


A white horse on the clouds of death
A red warhorse to end all wars

A pale horse and pestilence led by a
Black horse with famine and scales


The doctrine of hatred
Nation will rise against nation
Wash me in blood and let me be

The firstborn of the dead

A crowned rider with arrows and bow

A red rider with a great firey sword
Flames come from the one called death
Horror and apocalypse follows


(RIDE!) Won't you four hor!@&( ride again
Before this kingdom is blown to kingdom come



I hold fast to what I believe

Till I see my name in stone

Blessed are the dead


A white horse on the clouds of death
A red warhorse to end all wars

A pale horse and pestilence led by a
Black horse with famine and scales


The synagogue of satan
Nation will rise against nation
Wash me in blood and let me be

The firstborn of the dead

A crowned rider with arrows and bow

A red rider with a great firey sword
Flames come from the one called death
Horror and apocalypse follows


(RIDE!) Won't you four hor!@&( ride again
Before this kingdom is blown to kingdom come

I hold fast to what I believe
Till I see my name in stone


Blessed are the dead