Messengers of Death

They are the messengers of Death They are the messengers of Death The Lamb, figure of the risen Jesus, opens the four seals (Here they are) From power comes victory Poor humanity The birth of the white horse Gives weight to these walks They are the messengers of Death (They are the messengers of Death) Power was given to them over a quarter of the earth The red horse from birth gives blood by violence Men deserve this penance The black horse brings starvation A lack by annihilation They are the messengers of death There is one left He is followed by the underworld There is only one word for him Death They are the messengers of death They are the messengers of death