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A great sign appeared
Under the stars and the moon
Sounds of galloping horses
On clouds of lightning and thunder
A dark and gathering storm
To scorch the earch 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 first born of the dead

A crowned rider with arrows and bow
A red rider with a great fiery sword
Plagues from the one colored death
Horror and apocolypse follows

Ride, won't you four horsemen ride again
Before this kingdom's blown to kingdome come
Ride, i hold fast to what i believe till i see my name in stone

Blessed are the dead, that they 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 doctrine of hatred, nation will rise against nation
Wash me in blood and let me be the first born of the dead

A crowned rider with arrows and bow
A red rider with a great fiery sword
Plagues from the one colored death
Horror and apocolypse follows

Ride won't you four horsemen ride again
Before this kingdom's blown to kingdom come
Ride, i hold fast to what i believe till i see my name in stone
Blessing the dead

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