Judgement's Last Ride
This is addressed to the hateful we've seen
This is directed to the spiteful and mean
Your days of hurting are your aftermath
For the Four of the End, we're on the path.
Beware, all of you who are reading this tale
It's darker than blackness, paler than pale
For we are the Horsemen of Hell, pleased to meet
And look out, or you're the next to die under our feet.
Who am I? I am Death; I ride a poor nag
My face is a skull; my robes, they are rags
With my dark cloak I cover the earth
To die by my hand is like a rebirth.
For we are the Apocalypse Riders, are we
And we're not afraid of your poor weaponry
We ride horses of fire and flashes of light
So get out of our way, or suffer the blight.
Who am I? I am War, I ride a stallion of flame
Doesn't matter your race; you all get the blame
I bring fire and brimstone, agony and blood
And why do I come? For your own "greater good"!
For we are the Horsemen of Hell, so are we
And we're not afraid of your poor weaponry
You chose to sin, this is your eternity
Repent now and live, or perish and flee.
Who am I? I am Pestilence, my steed is white
I like to creep upon health in the night
With a flick of my finger, you're covered in plague
Death will have you when I lower my flag.
For we are the Apocalypse Riders, are we
And we're not afraid of your poor weaponry
Suffering's none too good for you all
So stand aside for the four, or painfully fall.
Who am I? I'm the last - Famine's my name
And my curse is worse than the licks of a flame
For you'll wither and starve, and cry in your pain
And I'll ride ahead, and curse you again.
Thundering hoof beats echo the night
We can see you fleeing from your own plight
Don't think you'll escape, that's not what we do
For the Four of the End, we're after YOU!
For we are the Horsemen of Hell, so are we
And we're not afraid of your poor weaponry
You've heard our tale, so heed and don't cross us
We'll drive you to Hell, and no one will stop us.
This is addressed to the hateful we've seen
This is directed to the spiteful and mean
Your days of hurting are your aftermath
For the Four of the End, we're on the path.
Beware, all of you who are reading this tale
It's darker than blackness, paler than pale
For we are the Horsemen of Hell, pleased to meet
And look out, or you're the next to die under our feet.
Who am I? I am Death; I ride a poor nag
My face is a skull; my robes, they are rags
With my dark cloak I cover the earth
To die by my hand is like a rebirth.
For we are the Apocalypse Riders, are we
And we're not afraid of your poor weaponry
We ride horses of fire and flashes of light
So get out of our way, or suffer the blight.
Who am I? I am War, I ride a stallion of flame
Doesn't matter your race; you all get the blame
I bring fire and brimstone, agony and blood
And why do I come? For your own "greater good"!
For we are the Horsemen of Hell, so are we
And we're not afraid of your poor weaponry
You chose to sin, this is your eternity
Repent now and live, or perish and flee.
Who am I? I am Pestilence, my steed is white
I like to creep upon health in the night
With a flick of my finger, you're covered in plague
Death will have you when I lower my flag.
For we are the Apocalypse Riders, are we
And we're not afraid of your poor weaponry
Suffering's none too good for you all
So stand aside for the four, or painfully fall.
Who am I? I'm the last - Famine's my name
And my curse is worse than the licks of a flame
For you'll wither and starve, and cry in your pain
And I'll ride ahead, and curse you again.
Thundering hoof beats echo the night
We can see you fleeing from your own plight
Don't think you'll escape, that's not what we do
For the Four of the End, we're after YOU!
For we are the Horsemen of Hell, so are we
And we're not afraid of your poor weaponry
You've heard our tale, so heed and don't cross us
We'll drive you to Hell, and no one will stop us.