A great sign appeared   Under the stars and the moon   Sound of galloping horses   On clouds of lightning and thunder      A dark gathering storm   To scorch the earth for many generations   A nuclear winter   Worse than any cold or holy war      A white horse on the clouds of death   A red warhorse to end all wars   A pale horse and pestilence led by   A black horse with famine and scales      The doctrine of hatred   Nation will rise against nation   Wash me in blood and let me be   The firstborn of the dead      A crowned rider with arrows and bow   A red rider with a great fiery sword   Flames come from the one called death   Horror and apocalypse follows      Ride, won't you four horsemen ride again?   Before this kingdom is blown to kingdom come   Ride, I hold fast to what I believe till I see my name in stone   Blessed are the dead      A white horse on the clouds of death   A red warhorse to end all wars   A pale horse and pestilence led by   A black horse with famine and scales      The synagogue of Satan   Nation will rise against nation   Wash me in blood and let me be   The firstborn of the dead      A crowned rider with arrows and bow   A red rider with a great fiery sword   Flames come from the one called death   Horror and apocalypse follows      Ride, won't you four horsemen ride again?   Before this kingdom is blown to kingdom come   Ride, I hold fast to what I believe till I see my name in stone   Blessed are the dead