| By the last breath of the fourth winds blow
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| Better raise your ears
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| The sound of hooves knocks at your door
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| Lock up your wife and children now
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| It’s time to wield the blade
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| For now you have got some company
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| The Horsemen are drawing nearer
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| On the leather steeds they ride
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| They have come to take your life
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| On through the dead of night
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| With the four Horsemen ride
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| Or choose your fate and die
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| You have been dying since the day
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| You were born
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| You know it has all been planned
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| The quartet of deliverence rides
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| A sinner once a sinner twice
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| No need for confession now
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| Cause now you have got the fight of your life
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| The Horsemen are drawing nearer
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| On the leather steeds they ride
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| They have come to take your life
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| On through the dead of night
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| With the four Horsemen ride
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| Or choose your fate and die
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| Time
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| Has taken its toll on you
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| The lines that crack your face
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| Famine
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| Your body it has torn through
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| Withered in every place
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| Pestilence
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| For what you have had to endure
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| And what you have put others through
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| Death
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| Deliverence for you for sure
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| There is nothing you can do |