Doom along the vast horizon
Mounted upon a steed of pestilence
Come to bring the end of days
The black hand comes to grip you
Thrown to the pit of dieseased
They were given power over a fourth
Of the earth
To k** by sword, famine
Plague, and the wild
Beasts of the woods
Crows circle the townsfolk
Waiting for a meal to pa**
Children fed to the dogs of war
Cast from their mothers hands
I looked, and beheld, an ashen horse;
And he who sat upon it the one named d**h;
And Hades followed with him
Smelling of gangrenous flesh
Taking what it wills
Rotted flesh eating away the limbs that're left
Jaws agape, swallowing the souls of the perished
Seven broken seals