#1
This virus, it infects us all,
Our sickness is a warning sign,
The great plague has come.
Someone up above has called,
We are running out of time,
With nowhere to run.

A red horse arrives,
Painted by the blood of our men,
A horse called war.
Death lurks the battlefield,
The fight seemingly never ends,
How much more?

The seven seals have been opened,
And the seven trumpets have been sound,
Our day of tribulations has arrived.
The four horsemen roam the earth,
Plague, war, famine, and death,
No one will survive.

His scales of pitiless justice,
Inequality and corruption,
Many will hunger.
Oil and wine shall be plenty,
But bread will be scarce,
How much longer?

With scythe in hand,
Death rides in from the horizon,
It all ends today.
With hell behind him,
He's destined for destruction,
He will not delay.

The seven seals have been opened,
And the seven trumpets have been sound,
Our day of tribulations has arrived.
The four horsemen roam the earth,
Plague, war, famine, and death,
No one will survive.

(Solo)

The seven seals have been opened,
And the seven trumpets have been sound,
Our day of tribulations has arrived.
The four horsemen roam the earth,
Plague, war, famine, and death,
No one will survive.
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