Song Lyrics
He rides silently across the lands carrying the scale, tremendous famine
wearing a crown and a bow in his hand
Of the first four seals, and after them comes death
Wearing a crown and a bow in his hand, slaying each other
The horses of disaster plunge in the heavy clay, he rides silently across the lands carrying the scale Pale, revelation has begun
victory is coming
The first seal is opened, tremendous famine, this is the end
Victory is coming, the first seal is opened
This is the end, the first seal is opened
He rides silently across the lands carrying the scale, of the first four seals
This is the end, and after them comes death
Wearing a crown and a bow in his hand, slaying each other, he rides silently across the lands carrying the scale
And after them comes death, this is the end, this is the end
Wearing a crown and a bow in his hand, the black horse and hunger are stalking the land, wearing a crown and a bow in his hand
this is the end
Wearing a crown and a bow in his hand, slaying each other Pale, wearing a crown and a bow in his hand
His hand holds deliverance, the first seal is opened
his horse is stark pale
The first to appear is pestilence, there will be famine following war
Of the first four seals, the first seal is opened
Hear their tossing manes and their tumultuous feet, in the wake of pestilence come war into land
Of the first four seals, wearing a crown and a bow in his hand, giving no peace
Victory is coming, wearing a crown and a bow in his hand Pale, slaying each other
Wearing a crown and a bow in his hand, tremendous famine Rider, his horse is stark pale
this is the end
There will be famine following war, in the wake of pestilence come war into land
there will be famine following war
Giving no peace, the first to appear is pestilence
And after them comes death, his hand holds deliverance
Giving no peace, in the wake of pestilence come war into land Unlight, of the first four seals
In the wake of pestilence come war into land, tremendous famine, victory is coming
There will be famine following war, in the wake of pestilence come war into land Pale, his horse is stark pale
The black horse and hunger are stalking the land, hear their tossing manes and their tumultuous feet, who rides upon a white horse
giving no peace
Hear their tossing manes and their tumultuous feet, there will be famine following war