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Blot out the sun with arrows

The bell tolls with every sword stroke

Echos from endless death throes

This world is plagued by shadow

The rivers run red and the crops have died

No fruit to bear from a rotten vine

The rivers run red, marking our demise

No fruit to bear, but the thorns will thrive

Mount the steeds and heed the war cry

Bleed the ground until it runs dry

Turning plains to a desert landscape

Death holds the reigns to claim all life

Death holds the reigns to claim all life

Defile the earth one final time

The trumpets sound in the sky

Open the gates and let the hoards free

all of hell has been unleashed

Behold, the pale horse