Officium Triste - The End Is Nigh

Grab the last beams of hope
Piercing through this thunderous sky
The horsemen are riding out
Can't you hear the end is nigh

Embrace this ray of light
Through darkened skies it will appear
The horsemen are riding out
Can't you see the end is near

The apocalypse, the end of times
Mankind is lost, we pay for our crimes
The sound of galloping, the riders cry
The final hour, we all will die

The rider white with bow and crown
The pestilence that will bring us down
The rider red, sword held high
Brings us war in which we die
The rider black, scales in hand
The famine that'll be our end
The pale rider, reaper named death
Our final hour, our dying breath

Grab the last beams of hope
Piercing through this thunderous sky
The horsemen are riding out
Can't you hear the end is nigh

Embrace this ray of light
Through darkened skies it will appear
The horsemen are riding out
Can't you see the end is near