The first to appear is pestilence Who rides upon a white horse Revelation has begun The first seal is opened
Wearing a crown and a bow in his hand Victory is coming, his hand holds deliverance
Pare rider, pale horse The horses of disaster plunge in the heavy clay Pale rider, pale horse Hear their tossing manes and their tumultuous feet
In the wake of pestilence come war into land Slaying each other, giving no peace
There will be famine following war Tremendous famine, so great He rides silently across the lands carrying the scale The black horse and hunger are stalking the land
And after them comes death His horse is stark pale This is the end Of the first four seals
