On the Plains of Megiddo

As the sun turns to red in a dark empty sky, on the plains of Megiddo four horsemen ride by, Of biblical proportions much blood to be spilled, revelations played out and prophecies fulfilled, Then along the horizon God's angels I seen, as mankind wished that somehow the slate they could clean, But the earth's being flooded by the tears angels cried, as the dead and the living they stand side by side, And the falsest of prophets does rise from the east, and he carries three sizes( the mark of the beast) As to deal with the carnage all mankind does try, on the plains of Megiddo four horsemen ride by, So the battlefield's set and the war will be waged, the season finale of life to be staged, All the major contenders are playing their part,Armegeddon looms closer, the fight's set to start, As the good and the wicked they fight for their worth,the mother of all battles begins on the earth, And the rivers run red with the blood of the slain,and brother fights brother like Abel and Cain, Then as fire and brimstone rain's down from the sky, on the plains of Megiddo four horsemen ride by.