White, red, black, and pale horses are coming

When are you gonna stop your running?

Universal death is in the land, don't think that you can hide.

Hell, war, and destruction will sweep you under the tide

Unless you make your stand now. Jesus will see you through somehow

You better keep on prayin' or in a grave you'll be layin'

Or in a grave you'll be layin'.

Ten kings spinning in a circle.

A royal prostitute dressed in purple.

White robes, too, the martyrs' blood she drank

Frightened by the Gospel from the truth she shrank

Rockefeller's fellows rocked, nation's ships sank;

All Rome's hills can't cure her ills

White horse rider puts the world in shock

White horse rider puts the world in shock

John Birch Society flaunts before the world its piety

Never pointed to the Jesuit society.

Is it scared to?

Unless you make your stand now, Jesus will see you through somehow

You better keep on prayin' or in a grave you'll be layin'.

Or in a grave you'll be layin'.

International bankers and roundtable groups

got all the nations jumpin' through hoops.

But out of their ranks I doubt if there's one

that knows that their father's a Jesuit's son.

With all of these maneuverings.....

There is no hope in the pope

All the king's horses and men

Couldn't put Rome together again

Couldn't put Rome together again

Beautiful city across the sea beckoning with grace to you and me.

Through confession gains her fee, claims to be the city of eternity.

With priests and nuns and concubines, she traps the world in her divines

Bearer of the Benign light, Black Madonna of the night.

Black Madonna of the night

Round table, round table, do you think that you'll be able

Causing war and causing famine Antichrist power you'll be havin'

Unless you make your stand now, Jesus will see you through somehow

You better keep on prayin' or in a grave you'll be layin'.

Or in a grave you'll be layin'.

White horseman coming with a bow in his hand

Here's his brother Red spreading war through the land

Black horseman steals food from the sod

Pale horse comes running he is sent from God

Death is his name, we know his fame

With his tracks on the earth it won't be the same

The Lamb's sacrifice is made

Forgive our sins, Jesus, in Your holy name

Forgive our sins, Jesus, in Your holy name

Forgive our sins, Jesus, in Your holy name