Upon a scorched earth they did ride
The four horsemen of apocalyptic pride
The first came forth and said to thee
I am war and thou shall see
How the war will be for eternity

And with that was spake so shall it be done
The ground rose with a forceful scream
And hell began the battle within

Mine eyes did draw to the next hellish sight
As famine now entered with delight
The world shall starve at my hand
This baron place will feed no man
And the words did fade and the food did rot
Hell now taking all it's lot

A roar of hooves now stamped hard down
Tis pestilence I sawed hit the baron ground
And with him he did bring
Disease and sickness and all the things
That would consume the very breath of time
Smiling as his hand entwined
With all illness it could find

Doth not think man has been punished enough
And lo there was the final one
The winds did die and the land it stopped
Death now became the blackened sun
With all the four gathered around
Hearts did not beat there was no sound
Have I not forsaken my life I ask
As the end of time was brought to me
Upon four horsemen in devils masks