A voice like thunder spoke: "Come" and one by dreadful one The four riders arise Each bearing his own disaster Stamp on us, the crown and the bow Bent on bloody conquest Taking the triumphs allowed By the hand of He in power
The taker and his sword, tranquility slaughtered The corpses pile high neath his unbloodied blade Folding history upon the present Unleashing our lust for battle upon ourselves The hand and the scales renders the people (renders the people) Incapable of filling their needs Drowning in your oil and wine And at the beckoning of the fourth creature With pestilence upon his back, the pale horse came forth
And Hades followed in his wake (x2)
They were given power over a fourth of the earth To kill by sword famine and plague, and by the beasts of the earth (Ap 6,7)
Here is the aftermath Each one begets the next This is no trivial judgment
This the beginning of the end And thus The great tribulation has begun /x2Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
