Riders The ApocalypseFamine'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 Unlock The Demon Horde |
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