Enter the Four Horsemen

A day of sober vigilance is at Hand
Oh Ye Inhabitants of Earth!
The Winds are called Forth from the Eastern Gate.
Prepare Ye, Watchers, for the Sifting Sands
And the Dredges of the Winepress of Wrath.
Stand Down false Priests and Workers of Craft!
Bow face down and kiss the Earth within her Bowels
To escape the torrent of Wind and Fire...
For When the Gate is Loosed
The Winds of Thunder will Roll across the Very Face of Heaven
And reach the Earth within Her Core
To expose Her Secret Bowels of Mercy.
Oh Reapers and Shepherds
Prepare the Tares
For the Burning Fire of Life
To cleanse the Land One Final Time
Of It's Stifling Darkened Night.
Out of Night's Fury Rides the One
Who Bears the Sceptor of Anguish and Blood...
Fulfilling the Word, the Last Time He Rides.....
To Bathe the Black Horse in Blood....
When Once and For ALL TIME a Work will be Wrought by the Trump
The Angel of Death now BE Vanquished to Eternity.