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A great sign appeared under the stars and the moon

Sound 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 fiery sword

Flames come from the one called death

Horror and apocalypse follows

Ride, won’t you four horsemen ride again?

Before this kingdom is blown to kingdom come

Ride, I hold fast to what I believe till I see my name in stone

Blessed are the dead, that the may rest

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 fiery sword

Flames come from the one called death

Horror and apocalypse follows

Ride, won’t you four horsemen ride again?

Before this kingdom is blown to kingdom come

Ride, I hold fast to what I believe till I see my name in stone

Blessed are the dead