The Four Horsemen (Live at J Bees Rock III, Middletown, NY – Jan. 20th, 1984) Lyrics

(Time) has taken its toll on you
The lines that crack your face
(Famine) your body it has torn through
Withered in every place

(Pestilence) for what you had to endure
And what you have put others through
(Death) deliverance for you for sure
Now there's nothing you can do, no

Are you people got hands up there?
Come on, get those hands right up
Come on, get up
Don't be weak

Gather 'round you warriors now
Saddle up your steeds
Killing scores with demon swords

Now is the death of doers of wrong
Swing the judgement hammer down
Safely inside blood, guts, and sweat

Horsemen are drawing nearer
On leather steeds they ride
Come to take your life
On through the dead of night
The horsemen ride
Or choose your fate and die
Oh, yeah-yeah

Sounds like we've got some loud motherfuckers out there
Ooh, holy shit
It's a fucking Friday night and we're ready to raise some hell