Death takes your life at one touch of his hand,
as pestilence brings plagues eating through earths land
famine, disease, sweep through the streets, like a flood,
the oceans lay calm now the color of blood.
with war on both fronts, genocide by the billions,
foretold by our fathers this surely would happen.
our world is at end, Armageddon is now,
the four horsemen of your apocalypse ,tearing your world down. repenting's to late dear, so stay by my side,
as we welcome death, with arms open wide.
everything you've known, ever loved, reduced to ashes
as comets rain down, leaving trails like lit matches.
the only thing certain in life is death.
count your blessings before you lay down your head,
at night, all becomes black.
still with dead silence, life as we had knew it has vanished.
global panic ensues, as all seek out cover,
while holding our beloved ones, we top shall perish.
our world is at end Armageddon is now.
the four horse man of your apocalypse, tearing your world down.
the sound of horse hooves from a distance I hear,
for on top of those horses, is what we all fear.
cloaked men made of bones, rotted flesh on their skulls,
they sit postured, so proud, while atomic bombs explode.
everything you known, ever loved, reduced to ashes,
as comets rain down leaving trails like lit matches.
our death is at the expense of ourselves.
we are the four horseman of our own apocalypse.
everything decays over time.