Pale Horse - Naglfar

Lychgates now wrung ope

Dhroud the World in cerecloth

All the filth of Man struck down

Like the Flame snuffs out the Moth

Repent you Fools for the Time has come to end all worthless Life

Accept the grasp of Death so cold

Succumb to Him and die

Devoid of Light, all Life subsides as the Reaper wields his Scythe

All Hope is crushed and cast aside

As Mans Existence has been denied

So abandon Hope and await the End for Darkness comes again

And all thats left in the Aftermath…

… is Silence

In great strides end comes

Trampling the blackended Soil

And so strides the pale Horse

To send us all into the Void

Speak the words unspoken

Watch the Moon turn red and bleed

The fourth Seal has been broken

As the Reaper rides his skeletal steed

In great strides end comes

Trampling the blackended Soil

And so strides the pale Horse

To send us all into the Void

An Orb once crawling full with Life

Now barren, dead and cold

The Human race at last erased

Now Deaths Glory reigns in this Place

So abandon Hope and awaits the End

For Darkness comes again

And all that’s left in the Aftermath…

… is Silence…