Digging through thousands of corpses
To find the few live who remain
As the four horsemen ride their dead horses
To collect all the souls who've been slain

Horsemen, not at all from the Bible
They simply got mixed in the myth
They don't fall under any false idol
Their destruction doesn't call for a fifth


The dried bodies are taken by Death
All the wounded are taken by War
Pestilence takes the diseased
Famine takes the hungry and poor

These horsemen carry freedom
No one can take their place
Not one who lives can beat'em
Their horses win each race