Pestilence draws near
Fever paining, gaining ground
The White horse he rides
Famine causes fear
Wheat failing, rotting in fields
Drawn Black horse he guides
War comes sword in hand
Bodies bleeding, feeling pain
Red horse she arrives
Death rides across land
Scythe sweeping, creeping closer
On Pale Horse he comes
Four Horsemen they ride
Plague, blight, conflict, in the end
All things fall to Death
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