| Four Horseman of the Apocalypse |
Red and evil is War |
| Silently they ride, |
The first horseman to reign |
| Traveling side by side. |
He has a cloak of armor, |
| They follow the White Horseman, |
His battleax at his side, |
| Who conquers as he wills. |
But War cannot do all, |
| They wait for their chance. |
And flood drowns out his prime |
| War passes by, then Famine, |
War did not prevail, |
| And finally the two most feared, Death and Hell. |
And he has gone back down.
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| Thin and deadly is Famine
| Pale and sickly is Death
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| The second horseman to come
| Riding astride the wind
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| Black and skinny he marches,
| Foremost of the horseman is he,
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| Wasted fingers outstretch
| swinging with his reaper,
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| Yet conquered by Faith is he,
| Yet even he is conquered,
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| Ever strong and best of all.
| for alas, the White Horseman
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| Famine reigned long and wide,
| returns, and Death retreats
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| But he is also lost again.
| now with Hell.
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| Pale as Death is Hell,
| The four Horseman have all ridden by,
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| Riding beside the other
| remaining is the king of White,
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| Together they bring man down,
| War of red by flood,
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| Corrupting them, but now?
| Black Famine by the Faith,
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| The White Horseman is returning,
| Pale Death by the White
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| Hell flees before his face
| And his helper, Hell has followed.
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| and the word of the White One is strong,
| The Horseman are no more,
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| and prevails despite Hells cries.
| And the Apocalypse just started. |
