The Pale Horse by Elliot Pullen Lyrics

There's a plague spreading around it'll kill the worldwide
Nothing will be left but a darkened black sky
The old are all dying the young will be next
While the rats are all feasting they feast on the flesh
The bodies are piling in a field out of town
Engulfed by the flames 'till they're ash on the ground

We're trapped on a ship taking water on
It's sailing right through a burning Babylon
The captain is blowing holes into the hull
While the air is infеcted and decks growing full

Lungs are all dry and souls buriеd in the sand
Pulling bodies miles and struggling to stand
The sky going dark we can't see the sun
We're all staring down the barrel of a gun
The street preachers screaming of gods own disease
It's killing the righteous and ignoring their pleas
The shutters are closed the streets are all bare
While the raven of pestilence soars through the air
A white horse rides down a dead quiet street
And feeds on the silence hubris and deceit
The innocents drowning they're gasping for breath
The powers that be are indifferent to death
The flocks are all starving in bare open fields
None are entitled to crops that they yield
The shepherds divert all their gold to bronze bulls
They offer their food, their homes, and their wool

The kings in their high castles sealed locked and shut
While they drink wine and sing to the tune of a drum
While corpses pile on through the stone streets down below
And the poverty-stricken are feasts for the crows
Sooner or late the pale horse gets us all
Even the blind men in thrones will soon fall