Famine, Death, Pestilence and War
These are the names of the horsemen four.
The sound of their hoofbeats echoes in the dawn
Arise and awaken, apocalypse morn.

The riders flew into a country quite dry
The kingdom of Lochac had run out of time.
Horsehoes cracked the earth and whispers cracked the people.
Souls, they were darkened with colours of evil.

Famine, Death, Pestilence and War
These are the names of the horsemen four.
The world, it was ending, and really quite soon
Blood red sun sat high on apocalypse noon.

Apples all shriveled and trees burnt away
And millions took ill through the course of the day
And those that survived through the sickness and drought
Their friendships were broken by minds filled with doubt

Famine, Death, Pestilence and War
These are the names of the horsemen four.
These four soul-less horrors, evil in a husk
Tore this world apart through apocalypse dusk.

Stormhold Anyana, Adora, Mordenvale
All went at each other with sword, tooth and nail
Survival was unlikely, until I did learn
Of a place they fought the horsemen back;

A place known as Radburne.

Famine, Death, Pestilence and war
These are the names of the horsemen four
The crowds were all screaming with horror and fright
For they wouldn't survive this apocalypse night.

Famine, Death, Pestilence and War
These were the names of the horsemen four
But with richness of spirit, caution and wisdom,
We'll fight for our lives, and fight for our kingdom!