The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse
Saddle their steeds and ride.
Tales are heard of monstrous births,
Downpours of blood and milk,
And a triple moon appears in the German skies.
Pestilence decimates Europe,
A thunderbolt strikes the Vatican,
Knocking the Pope from his throne.
War and insurrection
Laugh through the bones of the soon-to-be-dead.
The Devil’s agents are everywhere.
And the Prince of Necromancers appears among men,
To turn earth into water,water into air,
Air into fire,-and see the crow’s head,
The ashes of Hermes’ tree.
Haloed with the planets’ orbits,
He strolls in a castle garden,
Blooming in winter
And plots invocations
For the victory of his Emperor’s armies.
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