A great sign appeared Under the stars and the moon Sound of galloping horses On clouds of lightning and thunder A dark gathering storm To scorch the earth 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 firstborn of the dead A crowned rider with arrows and bow A red rider with a great fiery sword Flames come from the one called death Horror and apocalypse follows Ride, won't you four horsemen ride again? Before this kingdom is blown to kingdom come Ride, I hold fast to what I believe till I see my name in stone Blessed are the dead 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 synagogue of Satan Nation will rise against nation Wash me in blood and let me be The firstborn of the dead A crowned rider with arrows and bow A red rider with a great fiery sword Flames come from the one called death Horror and apocalypse follows Ride, won't you four horsemen ride again? Before this kingdom is blown to kingdom come Ride, I hold fast to what I believe till I see my name in stone Blessed are the dead © MUSTAINE MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com