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The Horsemen

Riding forth on the winds of the storm
I sit on my steed, tattered and torn
The smell of death is everywhere
Say your words, your last prayer

In my Famine, your flesh I crave
To bring this War on this day
I will place Death unto you
Domination upon the land
It is Conquest through and through

Horsemen
Trample
The world
Is at the end
Humans
Vanquished
The damned
Broken and spent

Annihilation decimate all
Inside the fires, the dying crawl
The world of man comes falling down
Upon the fallen, place the crown

Days of Famine are here at last
Times of War the world collapse
The reek of Death covers all
Devastation upon the land
It is Conquest by tooth and claw

In those last days
When all has withered away
Will you still believe
That your world is everlasting?
There will be
No escaping for you
No where to run
No where to hide
When the horsemen come for you

I am the one, I am the end
To the gates of Hell, your soul I'll send
Grovel on knees, it won't matter
I'll leave you broken and battered

In my Famine, your flesh I crave
To bring this War on this day
I will place Death unto you
Domination upon the land
It is Conquest through and through

Horsemen
Trample
The world
Is at the end
Humans
Vanquished
The damned
Broken and spent