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Since the dawn of time

And the sin of man

They were the riders of chaos

Born from the void

Vailed in flame

Dissolution by the lies of the creator

Death among them, war is nigh

Burning bodies in their wake

Reaping the souls of those left to rot and die

Famine washe’s, across this land

Boils, locus, rotting flesh

The Horsmen of yore

Harbingers of eternal pain

We are War

We are Death

We are Fury

Betrayed by heaven’s sent

We are Famine

We are Plague

We are Hatred

Pale riders of the end

Betrayed by him who forged them

Bound to his every deed

Bathed in creation’s blood

Ride forth and break their binding curse

Free from heaven’s iron grip

To judge the realm of man

The final seal is broke

Endless souls are here for us to take