The sky grew gray and the heavens wept.
The kings mounted their steely steeds.
Four trumpets signaled the charge.
Soon, fulfillment of prophesied deeds.
Loud rang out their thundering hooves.
Golgotha, Pestilence, Calvary and Flame.
This sacred procession of pale riders,
must gallop to deliver death by name.
The rivers of Earth will run red with blood.
The hillsides will be scattered by the dead.
As the horsemen traverse the scarlet sky,
mankind will be asleep in their beds.
Soon the horizon will bear their mark.
Each rider carries out a different task.
To lay waste to wickedness and greed.
Once done they remove their masks.