Riders of the Apocalypse Songtext
von Nunslaughter

Famines′ horse is black
Fallow ground 'neath his hoof
From the sky rains hail
Lack of food his tipping scale

Conquest he is the antichrist
Riding a steed of white
Striking with militant drones
Killings souls from his mighty bow


War he rides on red
With a sword he takes your head
Contempt of life
Creating chaos and strife

And behold, there came four chariots from between two mountains, and the mountains Were mountains of brass

Deaths stallion is pale
Standing on top the hill
Ancient ways restored
Unlock the demon horde