ONE NIGHT FOUR HORSEMEN RODE INTO TOWN
ONE DRESSED IN BLACK, ONE IN RED-BROWN
ONE DRESSED IN GOLD, ONE WEARING IN WHITE
YOU COULD SEE THEM CLEARLY IN THE MOONLIGHT
YOU COULD SEE THEM CLEARLY IN THE MOONLIGHT
THE STREETS WERE EMPTY, OR EMPTIED QUICK
THIS WASN’T A JOKE, IT WASN’T A TRICK
THE HORSES’ HOOVES, SPARKED WHEN THEY HIT
THEY MADE A SOUND LIKE THE EARTH HAD SPLIT
THEY MADE A SOUND LIKE THE EARTH HAD SPLIT
SOME BELIEVERS WERE HAPPY, SOME WERE SHAKING IN FEAR
I WAS UP IN THE TOWER AS THE HORSEMEN DREW NEAR
I PULLED ON THE ROPE MADE THEM BIG BELLS RING
BUT NO CHOIR OF ANGLES BEGAN TO SING
NO CHOIR OF ANGLES
ONE OF THE HORSEMEN, THE RIDER IN WHITE
GLOWED BRIGHT AS THE MOON CONQUERING THE NIGHT
HIS FRIEND IN RED, BURNED BRIGHTER THAN FIRE
WITH EACH RING OF THE BELLS, THE FLAMES SHOT HIGHER
WITH EACH RING OF THE BELLS, THE FLAMES SHOT HIGHER
THE RIDER IN BLACK WAS A SKINNY SCARECROW
THROUGH HIS BLACK VEIL I COULD SEE HIS BONES GLOW
THE LAST RIDER WAS NO LONGER IN GOLD
HE WAS PALE AS DEATH AND TEN TIMES AS OLD
PALE AS DEATH AND TEN TIMES AS OLD
SOME BELIEVERS WERE WAILING, SOME WERE GNASHING THEIR TEETH
A RUMBLING STARTED DEEP UNDER THE STREET
THE BIRDS WOKE UP AND TOOK TO THEIR WINGS
BUT NO CHOIR OF ANGLES BEGAN TO SING
NO CHOIR OF ANGLES BEGAN TO SING
ONE NIGHT FOUR HORSEMEN RODE INTO TOWN
