Just east of west Three horsemen ride Chasing death. Everyone will die. Famine, conquest and war Ride on through the night In preparation for When the child will rise. The chosen will carry the message Architects of purpose and legend Slaves unto the prophetic A guiding hand for everything ending. The time is approaching. (He will be here soon.) The wheels are in motion. (He will be here soon.) All will align The message, the beast, and our demise. If you find hell a lonely place, just wait, you’ll have company soon. And through the wastes drift a shadow A steed of steel, heartless and cold A pack of wolves, a flock of crows. The pale rider reclaims his soul. The love they took, the child stolen Hatred burning in his bones. They’ve cast off the shackles of sin With vengeance dripping from their lips. They’ll tear down the night, and then the beast will rise.