Yes, strange darker the horse
A rider with nine faces
Masking his afflcition
Masting past addiction

Turned away no more

They ride by night
Lightning by storm
Racing against rain
Risking all again

Bask upon barren soil
The rich become greedy
The poor go hungry
I laugh

By name they summoned
Arrived without you noticing
Stood in plain sight
And Left us in chaos

A loved life
Dragged away
Never to see
Light  tonight

Never to be again
To live is to hate
Hate to is evil to
So many casulties
In this fight for survival
If sickness fails to call for you

One of four faces will come
Your chosen rider
Was never your choice
Is never your choice

And you believed your God had mercy
Hail the Apocalypse