Sin and an aversion to right Such things have become hallmarks to his existence Character flaws don't exist This hallowed cult must desist This prophesizes their death The world will burn, and you will embrace it Evil rides in on Saracen sons, chore, tossing them in our midst Demons, gifts from this giver of sin for ages of treachery Feel them writhing into our skin, angels can't hear us now Lean on habits that used to kill, feels good when we are one Luxuria Lust Gula Gluttony Avaritia Greed Acedia Sloth Ira Wrath Invidia Envy Superbia Pride Saligia Sin Driving horses from the stables, deep within the flames of netherworlds of purgatory Four in hand he rides among us, he won't stop as long as man is prone to hatred Sorrows aside, he brings misery From beneath the reins Ascending, collecting, preparing for wielding pain From beneath the reins Stop, he is near, hold your heart in your hands Feel the age old torture Fly from the fear in your soul, how you know He is right behind you Look to the sky, dark will come, he will rise See his chariot flaming Sin will revive, stranglehold, drown in vice Feel the pain of his pride Still hearts don't beat Black death repeats Feel his presence, one you can't forget Look to the horizon, see his silhouette