A great sign appeared
Under the stars and the moon
Sounds of galloping horses
On clouds of lightning and thunder
A dark and gathering storm
To scorch the earth for many generations
A nuclear winter
Worse than any cold or holy war
Chorus 1:
A white horse on the clouds of death
A red warhorse to end all wars
A pale horse and pestilence led
By a black horse with famine and scales
The doctrine of hatred, nation will rise against nation
Wash me in blood and let me be the first born of the dead
Chorus 2:
A crowned rider with arrows and bow
A red rider with a great fiery sword
Plagues from the one colored death
Horror and apocalypse follows
Ride, won\’t you four horsemen ride again
Before this kingdom\’s blown to kingdom come
Ride, I hold fast to what I believe till I see my name in stone
Blessed are the dead, that they may rest
Chorus 1
The doctrine of hatred, nation will rise against nation
Wash me in blood and let me be the first born of the dead
Chorus 2
Ride won\’t you four horsemen ride again
Before this kingdom\’s blown to kingdom come
Ride, I hold fast to what I believe till I see my name in stone
Blessing the dead
Solo – Drover
Solo – Mustaine
Solo – Drover