Black Horse Pike riding in the night
With death's hands firmly in mine
Words for the seer to kill the non-believers
Drop down and raise their heads up high to the sky
Blood, fire and rain upon this holy place
We cleanse you of what you know not
Don't run away, our wrath is like a plague
I beckon them to put you in your grave
Inching his way, coming closer
Putrid and foul was his odor
Eyes staring over my shoulder
Dark heavy hands taking over
Four horsemen ride to the other side
Make your peace before you die
A death bell on horseback, we leave behind death's tracks
And then we move on to the next one's life