Hear the horses charging
Like thunder rolling by
See their teeth are flashing
Lightning in the sky
The time is here
It’s black as slate
The stench of death
Four horsemen can’t wait
They wear their cloaks
Like the deepest sea
Their eyes are steel
They hunt for us and you and me
Can we be free of famine of wars
Disease and pain and settled scores
Power and hate and serpent snakes
They’ll call our name and cut us down
No looking back no turning round
In that instant will we realise
Our emptiness our lack our lies
Call out for mother for comfort for care
She won’t hear us if we lose our love
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