The seal was broken and the trumpets blew
A white horse of evident power rode
And his rider bore a powerful bow
Horse and rider were agile, lithe, swift
And they were to bring sorrow
For their gift of pestilence
Their gift of conquests
Humanity never knew
The mass destructive that would happen
Endless grieving exhausted the soul
Endless violence exhausting the flesh
No chance to ever renew
All humans would become
Servants to those they had mastered
But when the rider and steed came
Humans learned the truth
