Here he comes the conqueror
On a horse of white
On his head a crown
A bow is in his hands
But no arrow to be found
Promising peace
To all who bow down
Then realesis his pestilence
The next one rides
Upon a crimson horse
Its eyes a golden glow
In his hand a sword
And following him is war
Next that fat merchant
His horse as black as coal
In his hands the scales
You don't have money
Than for you famin will prevail
And then the final horseman comes
On a stead so pale
With eyes a pretty pink
But he apon it's back
Will cause a hart attack
It is death
And Hades follows after
The four horse man are almost hear
The end of the world so near
Yet I have no fear