In judgment I laugh, as the scales are cast;
At the wave of a hand, I rot every cache.
I will bring empires to rubble, and nations to ash.
Thy Kingdom is crushed - from the first to the last.
On the black steed I ride, malignant and fast.
You will kneel in pain, as the will of FAMINE is passed.
A heavenly crescendo harkens, "COME AND SEE!!!" And, the One who is worthy,
with seven horns and seven eyes, total dominion and divinity,
unleashes the third seal and frees me. It is, as it was prophesied to be.
I do not discriminate between prestige, or extreme poverty.
I am John Six-Five-Six - The Rider Pale Destiny. The absence of light, is the color of my steed.
He whinnies in a mixture of rage, pain and agony, while meter bells jingle rhythmically,
Thunder pounds, as we gallop across the Seven Seas. I am here, and I am F-A-M-I-N-E.
I raise my scales, and judgment is upon Thee. To all those who lived in blasphemy,
who would not repent, who turned their back towards The King,
worshipped false deities and sold their souls for currency:
"For a penny each, you will have three measures of barley and a measure of wheat.
Your day's wages will be a penny - how will you eat?"
There will be no one to beseech.
"But, I will not hurt the oil and wine, my Beloved Damned; you will SEE:
They are sacramental to the Christians, and are rooted the most deeply."
This is an end to growth; only starvation will be seen.
Unprecedented destruction will be cast upon economies.
Nations will crumble, as I cast drought, emaciation and blight across everything.
I bring the way for Disease and I follow the second beast, War and weeping...
who was preceded by the Anti-Christ, who came with his bow of peace.
We are the Tribulation, and to the floor, shall fall every knee.
It was envisioned by John in dreams, and we Four Horsemen will bring it to be.
I lead the way for Eternal Hell - The Rider Death, who closely follows me.
