From shadowed halls of power they ride With conquest burning deep inside
A map unfolds, a cunning scheme To seize the world through whispered dreams
No sword is drawn, no blood is spilled But nations fall, the conquerors will
The white horse leads with subtle hand A king of war without command
The riders of war, they never sleep Through fields of fires and oceans deep
For horsemen ride with banners high Beneath their hooves the cities die
From conquest sparked to death's dark door We ride with them forevermore
The red horse gallops, sword held high Under crimson clouds the nations cry
Wherever its shadow touches ground The fires of war begin to pound
Cities burn, the soldiers fall The sound of guns and cannons call
No peace, no rest, no turning back The world consumed in war's attack
The riders of war, they never sleep Through fields of fires and oceans deep
For horsemen ride with banners high Beneath their hooves the cities die
From conquest sparked to death's dark door We ride with them forevermore
The black horse rides where war has been Through barren fields and hunger's grin
With scales in hand, the weight of loss The hungry pay the heavy cost
No food to find, no water pure But nations fall as sharp and sure
Famine's grip, it's spread so wide Wherever war it doth reside
The riders of war, they never sleep Through fields of fires and oceans deep
For horsemen ride with banners high Beneath their hooves the cities die
From conquest sparked to death's dark door We ride with them forevermore
The pale horse follows close behind With cold dark hands that grasp and bind
No one escapes its deadly breath It reaps the souls left lost in death
The war is won, the fields are bare But death still lingers in the air
It takes the old, it takes the young The final song of death is sung
The riders of war, they never sleep Through fields of fires and oceans deep
For horsemen ride with banners high Beneath their hooves the cities die
From conquest sparked to death's dark door We ride with them forevermore
For horsemen ride through endless war We ride with them forevermore
Anna hawkshaw - The Four Horsemen. Lyrics
Anna hawkshaw - The Four Horsemen. Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
English
From shadowed halls of power they ride With conquest burning deep inside
A map unfolds, a cunning scheme To seize the world through whispered dreams
No sword is drawn, no blood is spilled But nations fall, the conquerors will
The white horse leads with subtle hand A king of war without command
The riders of war, they never sleep Through fields of fires and oceans deep
For horsemen ride with banners high Beneath their hooves the cities die
From conquest sparked to death's dark door We ride with them forevermore
The red horse gallops, sword held high Under crimson clouds the nations cry
Wherever its shadow touches ground The fires of war begin to pound
Cities burn, the soldiers fall The sound of guns and cannons call
No peace, no rest, no turning back The world consumed in war's attack
The riders of war, they never sleep Through fields of fires and oceans deep
For horsemen ride with banners high Beneath their hooves the cities die
From conquest sparked to death's dark door We ride with them forevermore
The black horse rides where war has been Through barren fields and hunger's grin
With scales in hand, the weight of loss The hungry pay the heavy cost
No food to find, no water pure But nations fall as sharp and sure
Famine's grip, it's spread so wide Wherever war it doth reside
The riders of war, they never sleep Through fields of fires and oceans deep
For horsemen ride with banners high Beneath their hooves the cities die
From conquest sparked to death's dark door We ride with them forevermore
The pale horse follows close behind With cold dark hands that grasp and bind
No one escapes its deadly breath It reaps the souls left lost in death
The war is won, the fields are bare But death still lingers in the air
It takes the old, it takes the young The final song of death is sung
The riders of war, they never sleep Through fields of fires and oceans deep
For horsemen ride with banners high Beneath their hooves the cities die
From conquest sparked to death's dark door We ride with them forevermore
For horsemen ride through endless war We ride with them forevermore
A map unfolds, a cunning scheme To seize the world through whispered dreams
No sword is drawn, no blood is spilled But nations fall, the conquerors will
The white horse leads with subtle hand A king of war without command
The riders of war, they never sleep Through fields of fires and oceans deep
For horsemen ride with banners high Beneath their hooves the cities die
From conquest sparked to death's dark door We ride with them forevermore
The red horse gallops, sword held high Under crimson clouds the nations cry
Wherever its shadow touches ground The fires of war begin to pound
Cities burn, the soldiers fall The sound of guns and cannons call
No peace, no rest, no turning back The world consumed in war's attack
The riders of war, they never sleep Through fields of fires and oceans deep
For horsemen ride with banners high Beneath their hooves the cities die
From conquest sparked to death's dark door We ride with them forevermore
The black horse rides where war has been Through barren fields and hunger's grin
With scales in hand, the weight of loss The hungry pay the heavy cost
No food to find, no water pure But nations fall as sharp and sure
Famine's grip, it's spread so wide Wherever war it doth reside
The riders of war, they never sleep Through fields of fires and oceans deep
For horsemen ride with banners high Beneath their hooves the cities die
From conquest sparked to death's dark door We ride with them forevermore
The pale horse follows close behind With cold dark hands that grasp and bind
No one escapes its deadly breath It reaps the souls left lost in death
The war is won, the fields are bare But death still lingers in the air
It takes the old, it takes the young The final song of death is sung
The riders of war, they never sleep Through fields of fires and oceans deep
For horsemen ride with banners high Beneath their hooves the cities die
From conquest sparked to death's dark door We ride with them forevermore
For horsemen ride through endless war We ride with them forevermore
Writer: Anna Hawkshaw
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid