Four Horsemen 가사

Coming with the clouds Hair white as wool Myriads of myriads They walk in the mist Eyes like a fiery flame Happy are they that hear The first born of the dead Coming with the clouds I was already awake at the time I could have been drunk Why not, it was a good time for it Heh, drink up Death was coming at me from all corners Is it Friday the thirteenth already? The first and the last With the keys of death Hidden in the dens of the rocks Of the mountains from four horsemen Like a lion, one a bull Faceless creature flying like an eagle Eating things sacrificed to idols Will blot out your name Diadems and fornication Self-denial, now that is something A crown, a bow and a white horse Half-open lips stunk of perfume Sounding an enormous trumpet Hidden in the dens of the rocks Of the mountains from four horsemen Like a lion, one a bull Faceless creature flying like an eagle Gold and incense What was his name? A glassy, sea-like crystal Black as a sack cloth of hair And a white pebble Ah hell, get ready now 'Cause we are all coming