Fowr Horsemen of the Apocalypse
War is just a means tae a’ end
Deaythe’s the price of life.
Famine’s black horse
fills the gullet of Deaythe’s strife.
War is just a means tae a’ end
Deaythe’s the price of life
Power swings Wars red sword
the weak an’ young suffice.
War is just a means tae a’ end
Deaythe’s the price of life.
Conquest raises its mighty bow
crowning Kings with delight.
War is just a means tae a’ end
Deaythe’s is just the price of life
on pale horse the banshee rides
no matter the what your fief.
We are the fertilzer of the field
for life is all and deayth is real.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2009
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