On the plains of Megiddo

As the sun turns blood red in a dark empty sky, on the plains of Megiddo four horsemen ride by,

Of biblical proportion, much blood to be spilled, revelations played out and prophecies fulfilled,

Then along the horizon Gods angels I seen, as all mankind wished somehow the slate they could clean,

As the earth's being flooded by the tears angels  cried, as the dead and the living they stand side by side,

And the falsest of prophets does rise from the east, and he carries  three sixes the mark of the beast,

As to deal with the carnage all mankind does try, on the plains of Megiddo four horsemen ride by,

Well the battlefield's set and the war will be waged, the season finale of life to be staged,

All the major contender's are playing their part, Armageddon loom's closer the fight's set to start,

As the good and the evil they fight for their worth, the mother of all battles begins here on earth,

And the rivers run red with the blood of the slain, as brother kills brother like Able and Cain,

Then as fire and brimstone rains down from the sky, on the plains of Megiddo four horsemen ride by,