Horror of Doomsday draws near for we ride Thou who have sinned pray to God and cry Death, famine, plague and unmerciful war Signs of the end-time, we're horseman of four
Pride, hate, false-faith, sin slays This world is full with filth, sins and disgrace
Man with bow, on white horse Spreads the plague on the earth Other one, who holds sword Plunges mankind in wars Horseman third, who has scales Brings the femine to thee And the last, on pale horse Will be the last that you see
But what's going on? You are comppletely insane Billions of souls inflict only pain We can't bring mose misery that you posess You've created the world of global distress
Abandon hope ye who enters This world's sucked up with pain,lie and death
Cancer brings sufferings As does new black plague AIDS War for gains never ends Yet, new world order reigns Homeless men, poor and sick Dying from famine and ill There's no chance to survive In the world where you live
Dr. Vernon Laps, Book of Revelations, 2. Timothy 3:2 - "In the last days terrible times shall come, for man shall be lovers of themselves, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, lovers of money, ungrateful, unholy, without love, truthbreakers, false accusers, unforgiving, despisers of thoose that are good, traitors, high-minded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of god, having a form of godliness but denying the power they're of."
Wasteland, we're leaving this place Surely, there's no need to stay Mankind, vicious game it's playing Doubtless, they'll set their doomsday