Vials Of Wrath

Doom along the vast horizon
Mounted upon a steed of pestilence
Come to bring the end of days

The black hand comes to grip you
Thrown to the pit of dieseased

They were given power over a fourth
Of the earth
To kill by sword, famine
Plague, and the wild
Beasts of the woods

Crows circle the townsfolk
Waiting for a meal to pass
Children fed to the dogs of war
Cast from their mothers hands

I looked, and beheld, an ashen horse
And he who sat upon it the one named Death
And Hades followed with him

Smelling of gangrenous flesh
Taking what it wills
Rotted flesh eating away the limbs that're left

Jaws agape, swallowing the souls of the perished
Seven broken seals