Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse
Whitesnake

Verse 1:
When the skies turn dark and the drums of war sound,
Riders emerge from the shadows unbound.
Pestilence leads on a steed made of dread,
A plague on the land, where the innocent tread.

Chorus:
And the ride, oh the ride,
With the horsemen in stride,
Forth they come, to reclaim,
In the storm, no one is the same.

Verse 2:
Famine rides with hunger in his eyes,
The fields lay barren under blood-colored skies.
The cries of the lost echo deep in the night,
As he gathers his bounty, fueling despair’s fright.

Chorus:
And the ride, oh the ride,
With the horsemen in stride,
Forth they come, to reclaim,
In the storm, no one is the same.

Bridge:
War, the next to join the bitter fray,
With a clash of steel, he takes hope away.
Broken promises scattered on the ground,
In his wake, only ashes are found.

Verse 3:
Last comes Death, with shadows in his trail,
The final end where no heart can prevail.
He rides through the chaos, a fearsome sight,
In the relentless dark, he extinguishes light.

Chorus:
And the ride, oh the ride,
With the horsemen in stride,
Forth they come, to reclaim,
In the storm, no one is the same.

Outro:
So heed the warning, as the sky turns red,
The four horsemen ride, and hope lies dead.
Oh the ride, the relentless ride,
Through the ashes and sorrow, our fate they decide.