Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse

War is just a means tae a’ end Deaythe’s the price o’ life. Famine comes upon black horse fillin the gullet o’ Deaythe’s strife. War is just a means tae a’ end Deaythe’s the price o’ life Power swings War’s blood red swuird the weak an’ the old suffice. War is just a means tae a’ end Deaythe’s the price o’ life. Conquest raises mighty bow crownin’ Kings with rare delight. War is just a means tae a’ end Deaythe’s just the price o’ life on pale horse the banshee rides binna matter what your fief. In deayth we fertilize the field Life is aw an’ Deaythe's real. *In the style of Robert Burns