Four Horsemen

Whispers in the dust… the storm is waking.

Ash falls on the kingdoms that we used to defend
The sky cracks open where the light used to bend
War rides first with a furnace in her eyes
And every step she takes is where a city dies

Famine walks slowly with a crown of rust
She turns gold into poison, hope into dust
Pestilence follows with a cold iron breath
And every shadow she touches begins to rot to death

They gather when the daylight bleeds
They feed where the world concedes
Their silence breaks the strongest spine
Their hunger carves the fault lines

Here ride the Four Horsemen
Thunder in their wake, screaming through the black
Here ride the Four Horsemen
No gods above to pull this nightmare back
When their shadows fall across the land
You feel the end in your trembling hands

War tears the sky with a blade made of screams
Pestilence burns in fever-laced dreams
Famine devours every heartbeat she finds
Death whispers prayers only to the dying minds

They gather when the daylight bleeds
They feed where the world concedes
Their presence freezes every vein
They rise with fire in the rain

Here ride the Four Horsemen
Thunder in their wake, screaming through the black
Here ride the Four Horsemen
No gods above to pull this nightmare back
When their shadows fall across the land
You feel the end in your trembling hands

Run if you want, but the dark still knows your name
Their footsteps echo like a funeral flame

Here ride the Four Horsemen
Breaking every secret you tried to hide
Here ride the Four Horsemen
No sanctuary, nowhere left inside
No angels, no saviors, nothing to defend
When the Four Horsemen ride the end