When the Sin of Life ascends to heights, Empyrean.
And all Good has rotted, faded from sight,
The Light shall summon forth His Horsemen in the end—
Hark! The Horsemen! O mighty Horsemen, descend!
Bringers of Judgment, Forerunners of Doom,
Riding the End, they rise from the gloom.
Justice they bring to all who are due,
Cleansing Evil with a world to renew.
When the Horsemen ride down to the Mortal Plane,
May the Rotting Good never witness their reign!
O Conquest! O mighty Conquest!
Rider of White, Bane of the Prideful,
Patron of Conquerors, ever so rightful,
Primordial Zeal, igniting the Apocalypse flame,
Hark! Let the shepherd's boy never hear your name!
O War! O great War!
Rider of Crimson, Bane of Peace,
Patron of Carnage, wisdom's release,
Thief of counsel, bringing strife anew,
Hark! Let the soldier's son never meet you anew!
O Famine! O Limitless Famine!
Rider of Black, Bane of Plenty,
Patron of Conflict, Lord of the Empty,
Bearer of hunger where abundance must cease,
Hark! Let the miser tumble to ye dark feast!
O Death! Great Death!
Rider of Pale, Bane of Life,
Patron of Sorrow, ender of strife,
Great Hadal, the Grand embrace,
Hark! Visit the needy with ye quiet grace.
The Horsemen! O mighty Horsemen!
When the sins of men reaches its peak,
They shall ride forth, the reckoning they seek.
With their steeds, they shall bring an era anew—
Hail the Horsemen! Hail the Apocalypse true!