Pale Rider - Pale Horse

The first to appear is pestilence

Who rides upon a white horse

Revelation has begun

The first seal is opened

Wearing a crown and a bow in his hand

Victory is coming, his hand holds deliverance

Pare rider, pale horse

The horses of disaster plunge in the heavy clay

Pale rider, pale horse

Hear their tossing manes and their tumultuous feet

In the wake of pestilence come war into land

Slaying each other, giving no peace

There will be famine following war

Tremendous famine, so great

He rides silently across the lands carrying the scale

The black horse and hunger are stalking the land

And after them comes death

His horse is stark pale

This is the end

Of the first four seals