Riders Of The Apocalypse - Mystic Circle

God’s wrath

Let them descent from heaven

The harbinger of hell

They’re called

Flaming swords in their hands

A massacre of flesh and blood

The riders serve god’s hatred

Humanity has lost the game

The wings of death sharpen

Days of retribution

Of indescribable cruelty

Hunger is the beginning

The priests have failed

War and pestilence annihilate all

Plagues of hate and suffering

Death spreads his wings

The snare is getting tighter

The riders f apocalypse

Will finish their work

In the name of their lord

For their commander of legions

They bring destruction and death

The angels of apocalypse

In their greed for blood and power

The realm of heaven becomes hell

Four shadows blacken the sky

And herald cruelty and destruction

Hunger is the beginning

War brings the destruction

Pestilence the pain and agony

Death is the salvation

The wrath of god is cruel

Together with Satan he rules

The crown of evil arises

Pale in the darkness of the night