Letra de Blessed Be The Dead
A great sign appeared Under the stars and the moon Sounds of galloping horses On clouds of lightning and thunderA dark gathering storm To scorch the earth for many generations A nuclear winter Worse than any cold or holy warA white horse on the clouds of death A red warhorse to end all wars A pale horse and pestilence led by A black horse with famine and scalesThe doctrine of hatred Nation will rise against nation Wash me in blood and let me be The firstborn of the deadA crowned rider with arrows and bow A red rider with a great fiery sword Flames come from the one called Death Horror and apocalypse followsRide, won't you four horsemen ride again Before this kingdom is blown to kingdom come I hold fast to what I believe, till I see my name in stone Blessed are the deadA white horse on the clouds of death A red warhorse to end all wars A pale horse and pestilence led by A black horse with famine and scalesThe synagogue of Satan Nation will rise against nation Wash me in blood and let me be The firstborn of the deadA crowned rider with arrows and bow A red rider with a great fiery sword Flames come from the one called Death Horror and apocalypse followsRide, won't you four horsemen ride again Before this kingdom is blown to kingdom come I hold fast to what I believe, till I see my name in stone Blessed are the dead