Number three now arises,
your fasting commence.
Famine brought forth,
your crops recompense.
The third of four,
draws his strength from above.
You can still be redeemed,
put your trust in God's love.
This rider is swift,
revered far and wide.
The horse that he rides,
is black on each side.
Your hunger and thirst,
will leave you deficiently dead.
You will forage and steal,
going out of your head.
The famine he brings,
will dismantle your land.
Beware my dear friend,
your reckoning is at hand.
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