The Four Horsemen part 4
As we humans sleep we ignore the signs,
the thunderstorms and shadows that cast over the night sky.
We cant see the ice cold hands that take ahold of us.
The man of bones appears to graveyards,
he roams giving only a few a message.
The dead rise from there graves and there ashes.
We see this as a good thing, but will it stay that way?
We see the dead feeding on our flesh.
There is no ruins, no silver, no gold,
all that will satisfy him is your soul.
He will open the doors to,
Heaven or Hell.
Here the last horseman stands with his syth,
the skeletal horseman known as
Death.
the thunderstorms and shadows that cast over the night sky.
We cant see the ice cold hands that take ahold of us.
The man of bones appears to graveyards,
he roams giving only a few a message.
The dead rise from there graves and there ashes.
We see this as a good thing, but will it stay that way?
We see the dead feeding on our flesh.
There is no ruins, no silver, no gold,
all that will satisfy him is your soul.
He will open the doors to,
Heaven or Hell.
Here the last horseman stands with his syth,
the skeletal horseman known as
Death.
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