In comes the invading army, Ten thousand men
New land is what they seek, Sword and shield in hand
The leader rides on a white horse, Pestilence in land
Conquest is what she sought for, Prophecy in hand

In comes the opposing force, One man stands alone
The heretic to rule them all, He burns down your home
His horse is crimson red, Dyed from blood of the land
War is what he sought for, With sword in hand
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In comes the four horsemen, Riding in a single line
The end of the world is what they come for
But they'll get more in return:

The sickness is in the sky, Raining down upon the land
The plague to make them rot, Famine to make them suffer
He rides on a black horse, Scales weighing the world
Death is what he sought for, But he can only come so close
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In rides the hooded figure, With scythe in hand
Destruction and chaos, Rise with his command
His horse is pale, just like the victims he has killed
The final day is done, And the last horseman's work is done
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all i can say is...damn!