Doomsday Riders

When the black bells begin to call
A new dawn of decay
Four horsemen take the road
Greet the judgement day!

Year zero, no tomorrow
Time to conquer and slay
Four riders take the road
And all life fades away

Pestilence spits rot on the horde
War in red carries a sword
Here's famine - no time to cry
Hungry wolves ready to, ready to die!

World turns to mills of wither
Spilled blood poisons the well
And the wild beasts of the Earth
Drag you down to hell

Pestilence spits rot on the horde
War in red carries a sword
Here's famine - no time to cry
Hungry wolves ready to, ready to die!

Pestilence spits rot on the horde
War in red carries a sword
Here's famine - no time to cry
Hungry wolves ready to, ready to die!

When the lamb broke the fourth seal
I heard the voice so raw so real
The ashen one, the final death
Sets a pale cross above your head!

When the lamb broke the fourth seal
I heard the voice so raw so real
The ashen one, the final death
Sets a pale cross above your head!



Credits
Writer(s): Réka Fóthy
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