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black horsemen came over the hollows and dells
no one heard them coming
and there was no sign that they had crossed over the hills
they come bearing the news of chaos and disease
you could hear the bells ring over the hills and far away
crying and mourning heard like a whisper wishing it to go away

the old and young had it coming and there was no running
you no longer see the children at play
fathers and mothers are worried sick today
but if your not careful you'll get what coming too
cause they are coming and they will find you
look at your children look what they are going to do
if you don't leave them this will be your future too

mothers held their daughters and fathers held their sons
watching them die in their arms
the child, dust and soul, only ash
you could feel the tears in the rain
feel the parents growing disdain
the horsemen slaughtered the children like pigs
now the Pasteur just digs and digs

now they understood that they needed to run
and government came to fall
everyone run and pillage the stalls
bells of warning rang loudly
only the chaos had swept the sound away
nobody cared if you fell and cracked like a shell
it is just you and the horsemen today

there is no running now it is to late
you stayed with your children and knew id be coming
you should not have tried to run
within ten days the deed was done
all of them dead with gruesome purple spots on their head
the villagers dared not go out
not as long as the black horsemen are about

people closed their shutters locked their doors
there was no compassion not a hint of remorse
any sign of it and you were thrown out
and the carriage took you to your grave
years of living in this brutal way till a shimmer of light lit up the burning, black, and gray
welcome to the days of the bubonic plague

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