The Prophecies
Of

Apocalyptic Faith

War flies on his horse with absolute height
War flies on his horse prepared to fight
War brings us our chaos destruction and rage
War destroys everything that was once made

Pestilence soars through the air with all diseases
Pestilence soars through the air our health it seizes
Pestilence brings us our sick, our weary, our pained
Pestilence depletes our souls till we’re totally drained

Famine glides on the land and affects all creatures
Famine glides on the land and steals our fat features
Famine brings us our hunger, our fasting, our light
Famine brings us our weakened our pained an evil sight

Death rides without passion, life, or light
Death rides without many, only eternal night
Death brings us all what we have seen before
Death steals our souls and will forever soar

An apocalypse is coming I can see it quite near
An apocalypse is coming I can feel it quite strong
An apocalypse is coming don’t laugh and jeer
An apocalypse is coming where everything’s wrong

The skies are on fire and the land is all gone

These four horsemen will ride through the night
These four horsemen will provide the last sight
And when they come to take the ultimate cost

ALL IS LOST