The Four Horsemen

The fog dispersed and the horseman appeared
They were four and they seemed ghostly and dark
In the poor light of the night hours

Incarnations of the enemies of life, manifestations of our worst dreads

They approached, four riders on their dead mounts
But no-one of these four was human, no
They're unearthly, born to be dead

Incarnations of the enemies of life, manifestations of our worst dreads

Famine, Scourge, War, Death

So watch out for the four horsemen of death
'Cause when you see 'em it will be too late
Then the end's near, apocalypse

Incarnations of the enemies of life, manifestations of our worst dreads



Credits
Writer(s): Florian Weishaupt
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