Ages ago four fiery steeds they came
Battle bedecked for a war that bears no name
Armor flies and dust clouds rise
In aftermath the lone beasts raise their heads
These are the horses with the dead
I don't know where or why they ride
But there is method to their maddening stride
Horses with the dead
Centuries pass and again they cross the hill
And stop there on the same ground, green and clear
Amidst unknown and nameless stones
In quiet grace the horses bow their heads
These are the horses with the dead
I don't know where or why they ride
But there is method to their maddening stride
Horses with the dead
Out from an Apocalyptic dream they ride
Into the face of darkness they collide
Thunder cries and lightning flies
In majesty the horses raise their heads
These are the horses with the dead
I don't know where or why they ride
But there is merhod to their maddening stride
Horses with the dead
