He rides a pale horse with death in his hand. His hoofs stamp like thunder, he snorts and paws like a storm on the ground. He rears up to stand and trample men down, to break their spirit and drive them down.
His power came from the abyss below. The power to kill, maim and bestow upon men, hatred and woe. He rides through the earth, with sword in hand, dividing asunder the souls of man. Hell follows after to take captive the heart. To conquer, destroy and tear humanity apart.
Men, women and children, cry out in fear. They run, they scream, as death draws near. Others stand up, in arrogant mind. But they fall just the same as death rides by. The skies turn black, with lightening like bolts.As the pale horse screams with a neigh in his throat.
Unfortunately time has ceased to exist, when anyone can find any peace from this.
His power came from the abyss below. The power to kill, maim and bestow upon men, hatred and woe. He rides through the earth, with sword in hand, dividing asunder the souls of man. Hell follows after to take captive the heart. To conquer, destroy and tear humanity apart.
Men, women and children, cry out in fear. They run, they scream, as death draws near. Others stand up, in arrogant mind. But they fall just the same as death rides by. The skies turn black, with lightening like bolts.As the pale horse screams with a neigh in his throat.
Unfortunately time has ceased to exist, when anyone can find any peace from this.
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