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When the black bells begin to call

A new dawn of decay

Four horsemen take the road

Greet the judgement day!

Year zero, no tomorrow

Time to conquer and slay

Four riders take the road

And all life fades away

Pestilence spits rot on the horde

War in red carries a sword

Here's famine - no time to cry

Hungry wolves ready to, ready to die!

World turns to mills of wither

Spilled blood poisons the well

And the wild beasts of the Earth

Drag you down to hell

Pestilence spits rot on the horde

War in red carries a sword

Here's famine - no time to cry

Hungry wolves ready to, ready to die!

Pestilence spits rot on the horde

War in red carries a sword

Here's famine - no time to cry

Hungry wolves ready to, ready to die!

When the lamb broke the fourth seal

I heard the voice so raw so real

The ashen one, the final death

Sets a pale cross above your head!

When the lamb broke the fourth seal

I heard the voice so raw so real

The ashen one, the final death

Sets a pale cross above your head!