Blessed Are The Dead

A great sign appeared
Under the stars and the moon
Sounds of galloping horses
On clouds of lightning and thunder
A dark gathering storm
To scorch the earth for many generations
A nuclear winter
Worse than any cold or holy war

A white horse on the clouds of death
A red warhorse to end all wars
A pale horse and pestilence led
by a black horse with famine and scales

The doctrine of hatred, nation will rise against nation
Wash me in blood and let me be the first born of the dead

A crowned rider with arrows and bow
A red rider with a great firey sword
Plagues from the one colored death
Horror and apocalypse follows

Ride, won't you four horsemen ride again
Before this kingdom's blown to kingdom come
Ride, I hold fast to what I believe till I see my name in stone
Blessed are the dead, that they may rest

A white horse on the clouds of death
A red warhorse to end all wars
A pale horse and pestilence led
By a black horse with famine and scales

The synagogue of Satan
Nation will rise against nation
Wash me in blood and let me be
The firstborn of the dead

A crowned rider with arrows and bow
A red rider with a great firey sword
Plagues from the one called death
Horror and apocalypse follows

Ride, won't you four horsemen ride again
Before this kingdom is blown to kingdom come
Ride, I hold fast to what I believe till I see my name in stone
Blessed are the dead

Solo - Drover
Solo - Mustaine
Solo - Drover