You can lead a horse to water
But you can't make it drink
It's swim or sink
No escaping battle like the red sea
Calm is simply an illusion
Exigent equanimity
Got a chaotic mind
While in the midst of calamity
There's not only war going inside of me
Looking left and right
Prevalent catastrophe
Consciousness will cease
Chapter nine Ecclesiastes
Bestowed upon my head is a crown
Picked apart
Stripped em' all from the souls I took down
Riding along on a white horse
Spreading terror like a plague
Hail the dead I represent
Three crows
Eight corpses
Four demons lead the pack
Call me pestilence
Menace to the lands
Fallen angels dance to the beat of my drum
Summoning heathens from the sound of my hum
Dimwit
No shit
This ain't no hymn
Your lives are looking real grim
Famine
Wasted youth on smoking packs of dead men
The damage
Salvage the cells left of the brain matter
Soul getter
Open up the mist of the pale horse
Rides the horsemen bringing hunger
Grab a couple sacrifices
Rippin the skin and you leech off of the blood
You ain't no saint
Will's have broken severity
Red lines
Salvation await
Sent by the highest power
Onto a land with no fate
Reaper's arrived storming the fields
No one's okay when then
Here I come descending from the clouds
Light green shroud hanging
Shriek as I surround
Hell bound sinners take a trip
Coming quick
Hades at my six
Better run away
When I got the fucking scythe equipped
Coming to clean up what is left here from an evil three
One quarter
Lost souls hanging in the trees
A pale horse
Bring forth
Three crows
A bloody corpse
Dinner time
And all you heathens are the main course