Under the stars and the moon
Sounds 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 firey 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
I hold fast to what I believe
Till I see my name in stone
Blessed are the dead
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 firey 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
I hold fast to what I believe
Till I see my name in stone
Blessed are the dead
A great sign appeared Under the stars and the moon Sounds 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 firey 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 I hold fast to what I believe Till I see my name in stone Blessed are the dead 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 firey 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 I hold fast to what I believe Till I see my name in stone Blessed are the dead Explain Request ×
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