The pale horse came blazing
Across the eastern sky
Riding behind the setting sun
The abyss was opened wide
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Death's rider did wield a sword
Above his head with power
Striking down in all its fury
At the chiming of the hour
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The horse dragged along behind it
Sickness, famine and disease
In its wake not one survived
It ravaged as it pleased
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One fourth of all was laid to waste
Man, woman and child
Devoured by the earthly beasts
Their taste for flesh burned wild
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The pale horse vanished into the night
At the tolling of the bell
It galloped hard across the plain
Back to the burning gates of hell
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