Grab the last beams of hope Piercing through this thunderous sky The horsemen are riding out Can't you hear the end is nigh Embrace this ray of light Through darkened skies it will appear The horsemen are riding out Can't you see the end is near The apocalypse, the end of times Mankind is lost, we pay for our crimes The sound of galloping, the riders cry The final hour, we all will die The rider white with bow and crown The pestilence that will bring us down The rider red, sword held high Brings us war in which we die The rider black, scales in hand The famine that'll be our end The pale rider, reaper named death Our final hour, our dying breath Grab the last beams of hope Piercing through this thunderous sky The horsemen are riding out Can't you hear the end is nigh Embrace this ray of light Through darkened skies it will appear The horsemen are riding out Can't you see the end is near