Four Horsemen

 

Behold the red horse

 

tranquility is fleeting
behold the red horse
bearing the one with power
to grieve kinsmen of every tribe
he brings war and death
his sword cuts a wide swath
many will suffer seeking relief
corruption in the halls
of world governments will
render peace makers useless
blood will flow as rivers
the bourgeois cry out
but no one hears

behold the red horse

bearing unending wars...

Famine On A Black Horse Rides

A fourth of the world
His victims will be
The masses will cry
For food they will plea
But food won't grow
When there is no one to tend
The seeds that they sow
But it's time to pay
For the sins of the past
'Tis Satan now who has his way...

 

He Rides A Pale Horse

 

He rides a pale horse
He brings chaos and death
His arrows fly a true course
He rides a pale horse
God's judgment his source
His vengeance, the quest
He rides a pale horse
He brings chaos and death...

 

the victor rides a white horse

 

a bow and a crown
the fourth rider bears
his white horse leads
the others on victory's quest
his sword sharp and true
his robes dripping blood
his enemies fall at his feet
the beast and his minions
lie dead in the streets
the world's finally at peace
our Savior his promise has kept...

 

is this but a dream
can we really believe
I say the plan's in effect
the horsemen are
mounted and ready
all that remains is
for the trumpet to sound
to unleash God's
terrible vengeance

 

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