The Four Horsemen

Onward "Christian" soldiers

Marching off to war

How you gonna hold yours 

When you serve the Whore?

Of Babylon we speak

And the Mark of the Beast

That's on you!

Onward go ye "Christian" soldiers

Like a swarm of lemmings

In heat,

Or better yet a locust plague

Marching to a beat

Like the Four Horsemen

Safe on their saddle seat.

Bringing death and mayhem

To our planet Earth.

In you there is just darkness

Without a trace of mirth.

The spawn of Satin that you are 

To distant lands afar

Death, misery, pain, and suffering 

Is what your blindness brings.

For you no Blue Bird of Happiness sings

Cause you see people as merely things.

Warships of death with wings

Worship of the kings

And queens, presidents,

Ministers

The high born of all ages.

You slew the prophets and the sages

Against you the Universe rages.

Abandon hope all ye who enter there

For you there is no prayer

Only History's condemnatory stare.