The Fourth and Last Ride
The Fourth and Last Ride
The shadows of horsemen on leather steeds draw near
With the sounds of gallops in the heavy thick fog
These faceless reins have come to ride you into
an unknown fear
Out in the distance, cries and screams fade away
As there is no noise to hear, but the clashing of souls
to see who wins the fight
Some will go to the tunnel of bright, the others will spend
their lives in an endless dark of night
At this time, six blows by Gabe is the horn that sounds
telling the good to raise
The ones with wings and halos that fly in formation, but
those I chose are like strong horse riffs, and your
last ride with....
'The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse'.
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