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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
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
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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