The great silent mirror

Under the stars and the moon

Sounds of galloping horses

On clouds of lightning and thunder

A dark and gathering storm

To scorch the earth for many generations

A new winter, worse than any

Called the holy war



A white horse on the clouds of death

A red war horse to end all wars

A pale horse in pastilets led by

A black horse with famine at his gails



The doctrine of hatred

Nation will rise against nation

Wash me in blood and let me be

The first born of the dead

A crown rider with arrows and bow

A rare rider with a great fiery sword

Horror and Apocalypse follows

Moons two full horsemen ride again

I hold fast to what I believe

Till I see my name stone

Blessed are the dead



A white horse on the bowels of death

A red war horse to end all wars

A pale horse in pastilets led by

A black horse with famine at his gails



The synagogue of Satan

Nation will rise against nation

Wash me in blood, and let me be

The first born of the dead

A crown rider with arrows and bow

A rare rider with a great fiery sword

Horror and Apocalypse follows

Moons two full horsemen ride again

I hold fast to what I believe

Till I see my name stone

Blessed are the dead