Black Horse Pike riding in the night With death's hands firmly in mine Words for the seer to kill the non-believers Drop down and raise their heads up high to the sky Blood, fire and rain upon this holy place We cleanse you of what you know not Don't run away, our wrath is like a plague I beckon them to put you in your grave Inching his way, coming closer Putrid and foul was his odor Eyes staring over my shoulder Dark heavy hands taking over Four horsemen ride to the other side Make your peace before you die A death bell on horseback, we leave behind death's tracks And then we move on to the next one's life