[intro: whispered] (The Lord is riding out from Hell) (The indentured service Him quite well) (Who lifts the veil, who rings the bell?) (In truth the wealthy will not tell) [de-tuned guitar and grinding industrial] [verse] And the rivers as blood shall boil Desecrate the sky and burn the soil Wave your banners high to prove you’re loyal Swear your love of God and your love for oil [pre-chorus] Conquest, war, famine and death Choose your own horse drawn regret Inhale deeply and draw your last breath Then gaze into the final planchette [chorus] Divided voices - shall blacken the sun The four horsemen of the chosen one Under duress confess the best is yet to come •••• And through our choices - the end times come The four horsemen and the chosen one Under duress confess at the end of the gun Death comes for everyone [verse] As pestilence descends The first trumpet signals to begin And the oceans shall rise as Mother dies To show your love for God, black out the skies [pre-chorus] Conquest, war, famine and death Choose your own horse drawn regret Inhale deeply and draw your last breath Then gaze into the final planchette [chorus] Divided voices - shall blacken the sun The four horsemen of the chosen one Under duress confess the best is yet to come •••• And through our choices - the end times have come The four horsemen and the chosen one Under duress confess at the end of the gun Death comes for everyone [bridge] The Lord is riding out from Hell The indentured service Him quite well Who lifts the veil, who rings the bell? In truth the wealthy will not tell The Lord is riding out from Hell The indentured service Him quite well Who lifts the veil, who rings the bell? In truth the wealthy will not tell [interlude] [pre-chorus] Conquest, war, famine and death Choose your own horse drawn regret Inhale deeply and draw your last breath Then gaze into the final planchette [chorus] Divided voices - shall blacken the sun The four horsemen of the chosen one Under duress confess the best is yet to come •••• And through our choices - the end times come The four horsemen and the chosen one Under duress confess at the end of the gun Death comes for everyone [metal sludge with tolling bell] [outro] Four Horsemen - four horsemen Four Horsemen of the Chosen One Four Horsemen - four horsemen Four Horsemen of the dying sun (Who lifts the veil - who rings the bell?)
