Famine - the doom of crops
For you to lose the ability
To refuel yourself against me
Drop like flies when you are empty

Pestilence - for you to feel the tortures
As life escape you slowly
Become hollow by my command
Beg till you die for I am deaf to cries

War - for you to die disgracefully
As my armies crush your cadavers
And you are buried in your own blood
Under my feet of stone

Death - for I'm the master
Head Horseman, the Reaper of life
Join my armies for the next loot
By my hand, you are mine

Life, feel my Apocalypse
For your time has come