Riders of the Apocalypse

Riders of the apocalypse They come in the night without any warning On a quest for divine retribution The crusaders of the Devil’s own spawning In pursuit of the final solution The Apostle’s forebodings in Revelations Apocryphal scriptures therein Demonic avengers, the Devil’s mutations Avow man must pay for his sin With thundering hooves, the Prophets of Doom Bear Satan’s curse on their lips Galloping forth, out from Hell’s murky gloom The Horsemen of the Apocalypse On steeds white and red, pale green and black Midst a wind of the Devil’s foul breath There seems nary a hope of turning them back Conquest and War, Famine and Death