The riders come from the pits of Hell
No one will stop them fro coming
To leave this Earth a shattered shell
They are Death, Pestilence, War and famine
At last man kind has judgement day here
When all is left is only to be able to cry
To fall to your knees and at last face fear
The last thing left is to accept fate and die
The riders laugh at pain for they own no soul
Suffering is the only pleasure they feel
Taking the tormented souls to another low
Where every imaging terror will be made real
We ignored all those warnings we were told
We never knew that those stories were all true
To the very Devil our souls would be sold
Oh if only we knew, if only we knew
No one will stop them fro coming
To leave this Earth a shattered shell
They are Death, Pestilence, War and famine
At last man kind has judgement day here
When all is left is only to be able to cry
To fall to your knees and at last face fear
The last thing left is to accept fate and die
The riders laugh at pain for they own no soul
Suffering is the only pleasure they feel
Taking the tormented souls to another low
Where every imaging terror will be made real
We ignored all those warnings we were told
We never knew that those stories were all true
To the very Devil our souls would be sold
Oh if only we knew, if only we knew
copyright Chris Smith 2009
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