He came with a crown and a bow in hand Eyes like fire, a silent command Nations tremble, banners fall Peace is shattered by his call “And behold, a white horse: and he that sat on him had a bow…” Steel on steel, the sky turns red Brother against brother, blood is shed The drums of war, they never sleep He rides where love once ran deep “And there went out another horse that was red: and power was given to him…” Four shadows stretch across the land No mercy in their open hands We built our towers, we wrote our laws But they ride through without pause Riders, riders — judgment calls Scales in hand, he walks the line A loaf of bread for silver fine Fields are dust, the children cry He counts the cost beneath the sky [Powerfully spoken Line with an aethereal voice] (“And behold, a black horse; and he that sat on him had a pair of balances”) The final rider, cold and pale Behind him trails a ghostly veil Graves unmarked, the silence grows He reaps where no one dares to go (“And his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him") We saw the signs, we closed our eyes Now thunder cracks across the skies No place to run, no place to hide The riders come, side by side Four shadows stretch across the land No mercy in their open hands We built our towers, we wrote our laws But they ride through without pause Riders, riders — judgment calls
