The Four Horsemen

Sirens, sharpen your rocks;
Sing your haunting melodies.
Pharoahs better change their locks;
And rewrite the prophecies.
Fallen angels invade;
Reining plague and vial sin.
Old king but a new crusade;
Four Horsemen shall ride again.
Rise out of the ashes!
Enslaved witch, break free from chains!
Renewed but deepened lashes,
Shall be painted on their shames.
Slaughtering your only son;
Daughter's crushed by heavy stone.
New World Order's just begun;
Guard your rich and precious home.
Fate of the earth impeeds;
Screaming psalms are at an end.
Once again, your saviour bleeds;
And your destiny's condemned.
Truth is a sharpened blade,
Slashing at a callous skin.
Old king but a new crusade;
Four Horsemen shall ride again!