Blessed Be The Dead - Megadeth (麦加蒂斯)
A great sign appeared

Under the stars and the moon

Sounds of galloping horses

On clouds of lightning and thunder

A dark and gathering storm

To scorch the earch for many generations

A nuclear winter

Worse than any cold or holy war

A white horse on the clouds of death

A red warhorse to end all wars

A pale horse and pestilence led

By a black horse with famine and scales

The doctrine of hatred  nation will rise against nation

Wash me in blood and let me be the first born of the dead
A crowned rider with arrows and bow

A red rider with a great fiery sword

Plagues from the one colored death

Horror and apocolypse follows

Ride  won't you four horsemen ride again

Before this kingdom's blown to kingdome come

Ride  I hold fast to what I believe till I see my name in stone

Blessed are the dead  that they may rest

A white horse on the clouds of death

A red warhorse to end all wars

A pale horse and pestilence led
By a black horse with famine and scales

The doctrine of hatred  nation will rise against nation

Wash me in blood and let me be the first born of the dead

A crowned rider with arrows and bow

A red rider with a great fiery sword

Plagues from the one colored death

Horror and apocolypse follows

Ride won't you four horsemen ride again

Before this kingdom's blown to kingdom come

Ride  I hold fast to what I believe till I see my name in stone

Blessing the dead