Four In Hand

Sin and an aversion to right

Such things have become hallmarks to his existence

Character flaws don't exist

This hallowed cult must desist

This prophesizes their death

The world will burn, and you will embrace it

Evil rides in on Saracen sons, chore, tossing them in our midst

Demons, gifts from this giver of sin for ages of treachery

Feel them writhing into our skin, angels can't hear us now

Lean on habits that used to kill, feels good when we are one

Luxuria Lust

Gula Gluttony

Avaritia Greed

Acedia Sloth

Ira Wrath

Invidia Envy

Superbia Pride

Saligia Sin

Driving horses from the stables, deep within the flames of netherworlds of purgatory

Four in hand he rides among us, he won't stop as long as man is prone to hatred

Sorrows aside, he brings misery

From beneath the reins

Ascending, collecting, preparing for wielding pain

From beneath the reins

Stop, he is near, hold your heart in your hands

Feel the age old torture

Fly from the fear in your soul, how you know

He is right behind you

Look to the sky, dark will come, he will rise

See his chariot flaming

Sin will revive, stranglehold, drown in vice

Feel the pain of his pride

Still hearts don't beat

Black death repeats

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Feel his presence, one you can't forget

Look to the horizon, see his silhouette