Ghost - Marks Of The Evil One

One rider has a bow
Rides a steed, white, and wears a crown, conquering
A second rider joins, on a steed
Red, swinging a sword, mongering

Fall on us, and hide us
From the tyrant who is satanically enthroned

There! There!
The marks are spreading everywhere
There! There!
The marks of the evil one

The third rider looks cool on his steed
Black, a pair of scales in his hand
The fourth rider is death, rides a steed
Pale, and Hades follows him

Fall on us, and hide us
From the tyrant who is satanically enthroned

There! There!
The marks are spreading everywhere
There! There!
Disciples of the evil one
There! There!
Watch! They're crawling out the serpent's lair
There! There! There!
The marks of the evil one

We're plowing through the seals
Like there is no tomorrow to be seen
As if the falling sky is nothing but an ancient dream
And when the sun eclipses
It's just abracadabra
Some hocus pocus sham
Here they come, here they come, here they come

There! There!
The marks are spreading everywhere
There! There!
Disciples of the evil one
There! There!
Watch! They're crawling out the serpent's lair
There! There! There!
The marks of the evil one

There! There!
There! There!
There is a fucking there! There!
The marks of the e—