I spied these horses
Riding very high
Thundering across
An inferno of a sky
Cloaked dark figures
On their backs
Four great horses
That left no tracks...
'Twas the great white horse
Of burning hate
That left the exit
Of Hades gate
A conquering rider
His bow in hand
That enslaved all humans
Whence his arrows land....
Breathing fire
From the devils pit
A massive red horse
Came thundering from it
It's boney rider
Swathed in red
A golden sword in his hand
Sparking off hatred
In the souls of man....
Then a black cloaked devil
Who rode his steed
Straight at mankind
For selfish greed
If seen this horse
Of midnight black
Beware you all
You can't turn back....
A pale grey horse
With blood red eyes
Was the worst of four
That rode out from
Satans darkest doors
Plague and famine
That rider brings
As he rode swiftly
On all four winds.....
Then I heard this call!
Close your eyes
Cover your ears
When the four horsemen
Of the Apocalypse draw near
See them, hear them
Its your fate
Chained forever
To the devils own gate.
Peter the little Devil
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