"The Fourth and Last Ride"
Location
The shadows of horsemen on leather steeds draw near;
With the sounds of gallops in the heavy thick fog;
These faceless reins have come to ride you into
an unknown fear;
Out in the distance, cries and screams fade away;
There is no noise to hear, but the clashing of souls
to see who wins the fight;
Some will go to the tunnel of bright, the others will spend
their lives in an endless dark of night;
At this time six blows by Gabe, is the horn that sounds
tells the good to raise;
The ones with wings and halos that fly in formation, but
the ones I chose are like strong horse riffs, and your
last ride with the, "Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse."