Ancient Evil from TRAUMA by Laid to Waste

Speak you mighty oracle, don't leave me in despair.
Will my people look up to me, am I the subject of their prayers?
The oracle took a deep breath, turned her eyes into the flames.
Her calm voice changed to a shriek bringing cold blood to my veins.

Pestilence! War! Famine! and Death will ride together!

I looked, and there was a white horse. His rider was given a crown.
Beside him a man with a long sword on a steed, a fiery red one.
Then a rider on a black horse, a scale in his hand.
The last one was named Death, the one that makes your knee bend.

Oracle?! Why do my people slay each other?
Innocence! Dies inside a starving mother.
Rotting souls! Spreads the plague through the river Styx.
I want to know! Is this real or just one of your tricks?

Look for yourself, master. Your sheep are blind and lost.
Instead of your majesty, they worship a dead man on a cross.
There is no time for forgiveness, you're too soft on these living toys.
The purge is inevitable, destiny is not a choice.

We are the four horsemen, we bring genocide.
We are the four horsemen, we bring genocide!
We are the four horsemen, we bring genocide.
The ancient evil has awoken, four horsemen have arrived.

The darkness descends on the fading light of the human race.
Unprepared for the arrival, shattered by the horsemen's gift of grace.
A quarter of you must die. I don't care who, roll the dice
Be sure to pay the price, if you want to live in paradise.

• Metal
• Speed Metal
• Thrash Metal
• oldschool
• speed
• thrash
• Pilsen