Approaching Hoof Beats of the Apocolypse

In the distant thunder I can hear the sound of riders drawing near A gathering storm that will soon hit with great force The first rider will ride in on a white horse a bow by his side He comes in the name of peace and good will, but he practices to deceive with flattery and great skill A red horse follows close on the first riders heels He comes with a sword to take peace from the earth and cause men to kill War shall ravage the land and the blood of men will flow as a river across the desert sands A black horse closes the distance He will cause a great famine to spread over the land Many shall cry out in hunger and pain as food shortages cause great strain. Many shall die in this dark hour of need for there shall be found no grain or seed Riding in at full gallop the fourth horsemen approaches The name of this rider is Death and Hell follows close behind him Men shall watch in defenseless terror, for unto the pale horse Power is given to kill by the sword, with hunger and the beasts of the field The time has come to sound a warning through the land for the approaching hoof beats of the apocalypse is nigh at hand