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I heard a voice

From the four horns

The golden altar

Which stands before God

They had tails like scorpions

There wasn't light in their fall

I am thy fellow servant

The rider of the white horse

I lie among them

They are set on fire

Spears and arrows

Their tongue a sharp sword

They had tails like scorpions

There wasn't light in their fall

I am thy fellow servant

The rider of the white horse