Four
Shadows cast across the land walking with the devil hand in hand.
Dark clouds on the horizon the four horsemen are riding.
Galloping across the plains hell bent on the devil's games.
Travelling like Knights of the damned on mighty steeds scorching the land.
Death and destruction and war is the plan
Reaping the land of every soul is planned
these four men are bound hand in hand
Riding hard to reach the end of this little game the devil has in his hand.
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