The gates swing open
Mortal fears embodied rise
Final days are here
Flames spread all around
Brimstone invades the nostrils
Humans pray, unheard
From clouds of toxin
And a fog of misery
Riders four descend
The Crimson Rider
Brought with him only carnage,
Chaos, and bloodshed
His power infects,
Corrupts, Brother kills Brother,
Red stains our future
The Rider of Black,
Fertile soil bears no fruit,
Decay runs rampant
Earth mourns her children
The strongest wither away
Hunger eternal
Rider of Sick Green,
Boils locusts, and blood rains,
The world weeps crimson
Bile covers all,
Families share their sickness
All flesh rots away
The final Rider
Covered in a gentle white
Ends their suffering
A skeletal face,
Devoid of all emotion,
Needs no expression
Gates swing shut once more,
Fears have no more to torment
The Earth becomes mute
The Riders retreat,
Their duties fulfilled once more
But not forever
They will rise again
When human sins grow too great
Remember the four