Equites - Third Seal Lyrics

The scroll is torn the silence breaks
Darkness stirs the foundation shakes
The rider comes with pitch-black eyes
No mercy left no sweet reprise
Scales in hand his judgment bare
A world weighed down by grim despair
Gold turns dust the tables bare
The cries of hunger choke the air
The black horse rides the harvest dies
The scales are tipped the beggars cry
A dollar buys a pauper's bread
While kings still feast among the dead
The baker's hands now frail and thin
The reaper mocks with empty grin
The market stalls a hollow sight
Where hunger feeds on death's delight
The mother weeps her child's life wanes
His ribs like tombstones marked by pain
Yet still the lords drink crimson wine
Their bellies full their greed divine
The black horse rides the harvest dies
The scales are tipped the beggars cry
A dollar buys a pauper's bread
While kings still feast among the dead
The fields lay bare the rivers dry
No hands to sow no seed to buy
The sun turns brass the earth unmade
Where famine walks the bones parade
And yet the rider does not weep
He marks the weight our debt runs deep
No sword he wields no blood he spills
Yet all shall bend beneath his will
The black horse rides the harvest dies
The scales are tipped the beggars cry
A dollar buys a pauper's bread
While kings still feast among the dead
The black horse rides the harvest dies
The scales are tipped the beggars cry
A dollar buys a pauper's bread
While kings still feast among the dead
While kings still feast among the dead!
The black horse rides the harvest dies
The scales are tipped the beggars cry
A dollar buys a pauper's bread
While kings still feast among the dead
While kings still feast among the dead!