Blessed Are The Dead Lyrics

Blessed Are The Dead lyrics

A great sign appeared

Under the stars and the moon

Sound of galloping horses

On clouds of lightning and thunder



A dark gathering storm

To scorch the earth for many generations

A nuclear winter

Worse than any cold or holy war



A white horse on the clouds of death

A red warhorse to end all wars

A pale horse and pestilence led by

A black horse with famine and scales



The doctrine of hatred

Nation will rise against nation

Wash me in blood and let me be

The firstborn of the dead



A crowned rider with arrows and bow

A red rider with a great fiery sword

Flames come from the one called death

Horror and apocalypse follows



Ride, won't you four horsemen ride again?

Before this kingdom is blown to kingdom come

Ride, I hold fast to what I believe till I see my name in stone

Blessed are the dead



A white horse on the clouds of death

A red warhorse to end all wars

A pale horse and pestilence led by

A black horse with famine and scales



The synagogue of Satan

Nation will rise against nation

Wash me in blood and let me be

The firstborn of the dead



A crowned rider with arrows and bow

A red rider with a great fiery sword

Flames come from the one called death

Horror and apocalypse follows



Ride, won't you four horsemen ride again?

Before this kingdom is blown to kingdom come

Ride, I hold fast to what I believe till I see my name in stone

Blessed are the dead