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Lyrics:

                                                  
V1
We broke the seal, the doomsday creeps, first rider hit the street
Horse of conquest underfoot, with iron hooves beatin' the concrete
Towers fallin', leaders brawlin', no crown too tight to snatch
Borders blur in the scramble, in this power-hungry match

CH
Apocalypse, apocalypse, ain’t no prophecy or myth,
Four riders, four disasters, rose from the abyss 
With every step and every breath, feel that final kiss
Apocalypse, apocalypse, we're livin' in the midst

V2
Then comes the rider on a steed as red as blood in your bloodstream 
War’s his game, chaos his fame, tearing apart every dream
Brother against brother, the streets are a slaughterhouse scene
The air thick with cries, as humanity’s torn at the seam

CH
Apocalypse, apocalypse, ain’t no prophecy or myth
Four riders, four disasters, rose from the abyss 
With every step and every breath, feel that final kiss
Apocalypse, apocalypse, we're livin' in the midst

V3
Next, on a black horse, famine rides, grinning with a scale in hand
Crops wither, and we’re fighting for the roadkill in the sand 
Rich feast with golden forks on flesh and the innocence of lambs
That are sold in order to survive in this damn and barren land 

CH
Apocalypse, apocalypse, ain’t no prophecy or myth
Four riders, four disasters, rose from the abyss 
With every step and every breath, feel that final kiss
Apocalypse, apocalypse, we're livin' in the midst

V4
A pale horse, its rider’s Death, whispers and the world goes still
And ravens pecking at eyeballs on graveyards overfilled 
No cure for the reckoning, no shelter from the chill
The final call, the endgame, we’re in it for the kill 

Pestilence! War! Famine! Famine! Death!

CH
Apocalypse, apocalypse, ain’t no prophecy or myth
Four riders, four disasters, rose from the abyss 
With every step and every breath, feel that final kiss
Apocalypse, apocalypse, we're livin' in the midst

CH
Apocalypse, apocalypse, ain’t no prophecy or myth
Four riders, four disasters, rose from the abyss 
With every step and every breath, feel that final kiss
Apocalypse, apocalypse, we're livin' in the midst