The night brought the storm
A storm of unnatural power
Unnatural blackness
I sat in my room
Windows where torn open burst
The chilling wind blew into my face
I fought against the storm
I stepped into the opening
Then I saw them the riders of the apocalypse
They rode the storm
And with them came darkness
Something horned came upon me
Stayed before me inspecting me
A goat blacker than hell
It took me with its mighty horns
Upon its back
We rushed against the storm
Thunder rumbling became louder
Lighting flashed and then there was silence
In the eye of the storm
And so I rode together with
The others spreading
The apocalypse across the land
Fear despair panic hysteria everywhere
No hope no mercy no shelter
No way to escape
The storm will howl until
The last sheep is smashed by it's mighty horns