Four In Hand

Sin and an aversion to right
 Such things have become hallmarks to his existence
 Character flaws don't exist
 This hallowed cult must desist
 This prophesizes their death
 The world will burn, and you will embrace it
 Evil rides in on Saracen sons, chore, tossing them in our midst
 Demons, gifts from this giver of sin for ages of treachery
 Feel them writhing into our skin, angels can't hear us now
 Lean on habits that used to kill, feels good when we are one
 Luxuria Lust
 Gula Gluttony
 Avaritia Greed
 Acedia Sloth
 Ira Wrath
 Invidia Envy
 Superbia Pride
 Saligia Sin
 Driving horses from the stables, deep within the flames of netherworlds of purgatory
 Four in hand he rides among us, he won't stop as long as man is prone to hatred
 Sorrows aside, he brings misery
 From beneath the reins
 Ascending, collecting, preparing for wielding pain
 From beneath the reins
 Stop, he is near, hold your heart in your hands
 Feel the age old torture
 Fly from the fear in your soul, how you know
 He is right behind you
 Look to the sky, dark will come, he will rise
 See his chariot flaming
 Sin will revive, stranglehold, drown in vice
 Feel the pain of his pride
 Still hearts don't beat
 Black death repeats
 Feel his presence, one you can't forget
 Look to the horizon, see his silhouette