Out of red desert dust they appear
They are the flesh crushers
The destroyers
The warlords of judgement
Their hooves make cemetaries
of pride
Their powerful necks break the
backs of the obstinate
Their swift tails melt the
faint of heart
There is no fear in their eyes
They charge into the gates of hell
They breathe fire and smoke!
Watch out! You cities of doom!
Pray the rocks fall on you
Hide in holes and in caves!
He who sends the pale horses
awaits your reply..
Hurry! Devastation storms your
gates!
You have sent your reply:
'We repent!'
Behold! Look to your gates.
The pale horses have vanished
in the dust!
Peace~