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 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?
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 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?
I hold fast to what I believe
Till I see my name in stone.
Blessed are the dead!