The Four Shadows of the Seal

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[Intro]
(Drums kicking in like thunder)
From pages of old...
Reads a warning told!
The seals are cracking, the stories unfold...
[Verse 1: The White Rider]
A rider on white, with a crown of gold
A tale of a savior, or so we were told
The political prophet, the silver-tongued king
But beneath the glitter, the hollow bells ring
A false messiah with a promised land
Building his empire on shifting sand
The savior is fiction, the promise is thin
Now let the Red Horse’s fire set in!
[Verse 2: The Red Rider]
The steel is unsheathed, the blade’s running hot
Internal shadows, the battles he’s fought
ICE in the streets, the cages, the fear
The war on the brothers is drawing so near
From the hills of Caracas to the city walls
The Red Horse gallops as the peace-treaty falls
Directing the violence, igniting the hate
The conflict is hungry, it’s sealing our fate!
[Chorus]
Ride, ride through the darkening sky
Under the weight of a billion sighs
The seals are broken, the truth is shown
Reaping the seeds that he has sown
From the pages of old... the warning is told!
[Verse 3: The Black Rider]
Scales in his hand, the markets go cold
A hunger for power, a yearning for gold
Black gold is the pulse, now the heartbeat stops,
The markets are bleeding as the barrel drops.
"Damage not the oil!" the masters will scream
While famine is haunting the American dream
Economic collapse, the currency dies
As the Black Horse ascends to the ashen skies!
[Bridge: The Pale/Green Rider]
(Music slows down, eerie and atmospheric)
The ice is weeping, the permafrost breaks
An ancient sickness, the world finally shakes
The green-tinted shadow, the breath of the pest
Putting the pulse of the planet to rest...
[Verse 4: The Pale/Green Rider]
Atomic winter, a radioactive glow
The Green Horse is riding where the dead winds blow
From melting glaciers, the viruses rise
The final fallout under radioactive skies
The end of the era, the silence is deep
The harvest is finished, the earth is asleep!
[Outro]
(Heavy distortion)
From pages of old...
The warning was told...
The oil is burning...
The tide is now turning...
The warning bell rung, to the shadows we sung.
(Fade out with the sound of a distant thunder)

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[Intro] (Drums kicking in like thunder) From pages of old... Reads a warning told! The seals are cracking, the stories unfold... [Verse 1: The White Rider] A rider on white, with a crown of gold A tale of a savior, or so we were told The political prophet, the silver-tongued king But beneath the glitter, the hollow bells ring A false messiah with a promised land Building his empire on shifting sand The savior is fiction, the promise is thin Now let the Red Horse’s fire set in! [Verse 2: The Red Rider] The steel is unsheathed, the blade’s running hot Internal shadows, the battles he’s fought ICE in the streets, the cages, the fear The war on the brothers is drawing so near From the hills of Caracas to the city walls The Red Horse gallops as the peace-treaty falls Directing the violence, igniting the hate The conflict is hungry, it’s sealing our fate! [Chorus] Ride, ride through the darkening sky Under the weight of a billion sighs The seals are broken, the truth is shown Reaping the seeds that he has sown From the pages of old... the warning is told! [Verse 3: The Black Rider] Scales in his hand, the markets go cold A hunger for power, a yearning for gold Black gold is the pulse, now the heartbeat stops, The markets are bleeding as the barrel drops. "Damage not the oil!" the masters will scream While famine is haunting the American dream Economic collapse, the currency dies As the Black Horse ascends to the ashen skies! [Bridge: The Pale/Green Rider] (Music slows down, eerie and atmospheric) The ice is weeping, the permafrost breaks An ancient sickness, the world finally shakes The green-tinted shadow, the breath of the pest Putting the pulse of the planet to rest... [Verse 4: The Pale/Green Rider] Atomic winter, a radioactive glow The Green Horse is riding where the dead winds blow From melting glaciers, the viruses rise The final fallout under radioactive skies The end of the era, the silence is deep The harvest is finished, the earth is asleep! [Outro] (Heavy distortion) From pages of old... The warning was told... The oil is burning... The tide is now turning... The warning bell rung, to the shadows we sung. (Fade out with the sound of a distant thunder)

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