كلمات Blessed Are The Dead

A great sign appeared Under the stars and the moon Sounds of galloping horses On clouds of lightning and thunder A dark gathering storm To scorch the earth for many generations A nuclear winter Worse than any cold or holy war 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 firstborn of the dead A crowned rider with arrows and bow A red rider with a great firey sword Flames come from the one called death Horror and apocalypse follows (RIDE!) Won't you four horsemen ride again Before this kingdom is blown to kingdom come I hold fast to what I believe Till I see my name in stone Blessed are the dead 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 synagogue of satan Nation will rise against nation Wash me in blood and let me be The firstborn of the dead A crowned rider with arrows and bow A red rider with a great firey sword Flames come from the one called death Horror and apocalypse follows (RIDE!) Won't you four horsemen ride again Before this kingdom is blown to kingdom come I hold fast to what I believe Till I see my name in stone Blessed are the dead