Famine�s horse is black
Fallow ground �neath his track
From the sky it rains hail
Lack of food from his tipping scale
Conquest he is the antichrist
Riding a steed of white
Striking with militant drones
Killing souls from his mighty bow
War he rides on red
With a sword he takes your head
Contempt of life
Creating chaos and strife
And behold there come four chariots from between two mountains
Famine, Conquest, War and Death
Death�s stallion is pale
Standing on top the hill
Ancient ways now restored
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